It counts as an offence against something...you need a quickshifter my son....
Last time I was pulled up it was a short interesting bit of up and down on the way home from work. I was on a big trailie and enjoying it. Nekminit, lights and siren. Pull over and sit for a moment watching the cop approach, fizzing and already snarling at me for excessive speed. Then I pulled the helmet off...
And the old grey cunt under it turned nasty, asking if I'd actually exceeded the 50kph limit - ah, no, - So why pull me over ?
Got a mini lecture about riding responsibly to which I asked if he had a dad or granddad who rode - and would he give that lecture to them ?
He fucked off quietly in the end and i finished my ride home a little happier....
Wish I still had that bike. RM370 roller with a GS400 twin squeezed into it.
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