Was making my way back to base at the end of a Highway Patrol shift a few weeks back. (Only did a few weeks on HP before heading back to my city section.) I was taking a back road, basically coz I was trying to finish on time.
Lo and behold, I came across a dude who had just had a day out trail riding. Bike was no reg, WoF, all that. Full on off roader. The guy had all the body armour etc, matching set of stuff, helmet etc. I thought I'd stop him for a chat about the wisdom of riding an off roader on the road, and sure enough, off he goes. Dukes of Hazzard style.
I was in a cage, and with the bells and whistles on, commenced the standard high speed follow. Don't know why we call them a pursuit, basically they are a follow until something happens. Followed the policy to the letter, called it in etc. Guy rode like a nutter, the bike was great on the gravel I'm sure, but wasn't a road bike at all. Anyways, he eventually thought about it, coz he scarpered down a riverbank where the Popo-mobile couldn't go, and that as that. Pleased that he evetually thought about it, anyway. His lucky day, no lines of enquiry.
Did take me back to the bad old days when I started, chasing DT250s around Auckland City on an R80RT. About a fair match in those days. Caught a few, a few got away, that as the game.
Ah well, still, the good days weren't always that good. Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.
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I thought they were only 125's.
Mmmmm, having had a preview of your new book, I note this comment on taking sheep to the edge of a cliff...not much of a motorcycling focus is it? Or maybe as a north islander I'm misinterpreting.
PS. Your agent mentioned you're lagging behind...too much time on Kiwibiker perhaps![]()
Just finishing late shift.
Stopped 2 bikers during the shift, both at checkpoints. We were viewing all car drivers licences, so I asked for the riders licences as well.
One, on a Suzuki Intruder, had a learners cage licence. Doh !! Forbidden from riding until he got a licence.
The other, on a GN125, had an expired car and bike licence. Forbidden from driving until he gets a licence.
Two bikes, two strikes. And people wonder why bikers get stopped for random checks.
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Grass wedges its way between the closest blocks of marble and it brings them down. This power of feeble life which can creep in anywhere is greater than that of the mighty behind their cannons....... - Honore de Balzac
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