I had a guy with 'roid rage who took offence to my lane splitting; 2009 I think. He actually hit me with his car twice, I had injuries to my leg, and damage to my thou. Long story short, the cops didn't give a fuck, I tried pressing charges and they wouldn't have a bar of it. The guy assaulted me with a car and they "had a chat with him". Apparently, riding motorcycles means I have less rights and no protection. Useless cunts at the North Shore cop shop.
Completely lost faith in the police, left to go overseas and found police forces in Australia and the US to have much more professionalism and common sense.
I've started riding on the road here in NZ again recently, and so far I've had one person have a go. I didn't call police, and I sorted the issue out very diplomatically and successfully with the little bastard.
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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