burnley-si:
should have ask if he was driving without due care and attention as he hadnt read the sign

Sometimes they know everything and know nothing. A couple of months ago I was coming back from a Vintage Motor Cycle Club meeting on my old 1942 Harley, along the A40 dual carriageway. Car came up behind me and stayed there; I’m only doing about 50 so twigged something wasn’t right. He flashed me, I ignored him; wasn’t going to pull over till I was certain it was a copper. Blues come on, I pull into next lay-by, thinking perhaps my rear bulb had failed. Stopped, looked round, rear light working; conversation with plod as follows;
Sidevalve; “What can I do for you gentlemen?”
Plod 1; “Do you know that there’s no MOT certificate showing for this bike?”
SV; “Correct”.
Plod looks non-plussed,after a few seconds I take pity on the poor fool and explain in very short simple words that vehicles registered before 1960 are exempt from MOT tests. 1-0 to me so far.
Plod 2:“We pulled you over because we observed your bike weaving back there”.
SV; “Shine yer torch down there on the rear suspension”.
Plod 2 does so and looks as baffled as his mate.
SV; “There isn’t any, is there? And if you’d observed the road sign a bit further back you’d have noticed the sign for uneven road surface. I was avoiding the pot-hole.” Silence from Plods, 2-0 to me.
Plod 1 then decides it’s time to play the joker.
“Have you had a drink sir?”
SV; “Yes, I had a pint at the rugby club; you can breathalyse me if you want to”
Plod 1 scuttles over to the car, opens the boot; calls his mate over, muttered conversation follows, Plod 2 comes back to me and says;
“You’ll have to wait a few minutes, the breathalyser is in the other car”.
SV (getting bored by now) “Don’t they trust you to have one each?”
He glares at me, says nowt; a minute later another car turns up, he gets the kit ready, I blow into the bag.
Plod (looking slightly baffled) “It’s reading zero. I thought you said you’d had a pint?”
SV; “I have. Coke. You didn’t ask me what of; can I go now please?”
With that I walked away, put my helmet on, stood at side of bike ready to kickstart it and noticed Plod 2 sidling up to take a closer look. Turned left twistgrip to fully ■■■■■■ ignition, two kicks on full throttle to get some juice in the pipe (anyone who’s ridden old British bikes knows what’s coming next…
) ignition on, swing kickstart, almighty backfire and a sheet of flame from exhaust and Plod jumps back a good couple of yards as I crash the bike into gear and bugger off home. They didn’t bother following me. 