or "when your radar detector will drop you into the shit..."
Having a radar detector will not always save your arse kiddies...as the following incident will illustrate.
Heading Souf on SH39 this morning, through Pirongia towards Otorohanga on my morning pootle before heading to the normal incarceration in a small shop for the rest of the day.
Just through Pirongia there is quite a long straight bit of road. I was on this stretch, being my usual law-abiding self sitting bang on 99km/hr (for once). There appears, coming the other way, a nondescript, ubiquitous, dull coloured, late model 6 cylinder car. Which I was ignoring completely after making sure he didn't look as though he was going to lose control and zoom across the road to mow me down. He's about 200 - 300 metres out and suddenly the radar detector goes crazy. Instant bloody on I presume. Had a close look at the car as it passed and sure enough there were a pair of little boxy thingies sitting inside the windscreen on top of the dash - which sure looked like the wee lights they stick in there. Had I been in excess of the posted limit I'da been in deep poo I bet. Which made me glad I'd not been fanging it along there.
A radar detector is no substitute for either law-abiding caution or dirty cunning...or maybe a soupcon of both.![]()
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