So there I was, trundling down the A1, heading to a morning filled with testosterone and exhaust smoke at a charity Rolling Road event, my engine purring like a finely tuned hamster wheel. I glanced at the speedo, 90mph. Happy with that, I kept a sharp eye on both the road ahead as far as I could see, and the rear view. Only twice did I flex to a ton just to get past potential unsafe situations (buses and trucks prone to unexpected swerving).
Lo and behold, just 20 minutes off Northallerton I notice a car which looks more intent than the rest, growing larger in my mirrors until I catch a glimpse of the unmistakable extended roof.
My right foot eases slowly off the accelerator, as if this may fool anyone into thinking it's been half mast the whole time. I watch the speedo slide down from 90, to 85, to 80, and then, not wanting to appear desperate to please, I hang at 80 for a few seconds before easing down to 75 and watching as North Yorkshire's finest looms larger and plonks himself behind me. I slide into the left lane and he follows. $#@!, I think quietly...
Sure enough, after a pause just long enough to make me start filling with hope, the blues come on and we pull into a layby. At this point, I'm thinking how damn annoying it is that my clean licence is going to be tainted by 6 points or removed from me, but also how it's winter and if it's only 6 months that's not so bad.
Officer approaches, window is wound down and music killed.
Me: "Morning" (in as nochelont a voice as possble)
Officer: "Morning, any particular reason you were driving at over 100 miles per hour?
Me: (thinking) "Bullshit!, your just trying to get me to admit guilt you slimy wanker"
Me: (saying) "I didn't realise I was going that fast, I thought I was running around 85 officer?"
Officer: "I calibrated my camera myself this morning, and I've clocked you at 101mph over about half a mile"
Me: (Thinking) " My god, you must have a fucking invisible mode or I want one of those super reach cameras!"
Me: (Saying) "I'm sorry, I didn't realise, although I am a careful driver around town, I generally push a little on the motorway, but there's no excuse for that speed. I genuinely didn't realise that was what I was doing." (grovel grovel)
Officer: Is this your car?
Me: (Smiling proudly) Yes... (then losing the smile as I remember I'm about to lose the ability to drive it)
Officer: Do you have your licence?
Me: Half of it. (Hands over photocard)
After a minute of radio squwaking and me confirming I am who the radio said I should be...
Officer: Have you been drinking?
Me: No, no...
Officer: Your eyes look glazed
Me: Yeah, I've been up since 6 with the kids.
Officer: Ah ok, where you headed to?
Me: Northallerton, to a charity do (smooth, methinks)
Officer: You have any points on your licence?
Me: No, none at all (with pride)
Officer: This is a nice car, and fast, but doesn't mean you have to drive it fast.
Me: Yes, you're right, and I have no excuse, I should know better.
Officer: Yes, you should. I'm going to give you a verbal warning today, watch your speed from now on....
Ha...llelujah, ha...llelujah, halle...lujah, halle...lujah, ha... lle... lu...jah!
Me: I will do, thanks, appreciate that. Good day.
And in my head I wheelspin off in a thick plume of smoke, but in reality I wimp off trying desperately to muffle the sound of my racing exhaust and hold well below 70 until the police car is well out of sight.
I live to ride another day. And I'd love to add that chap to my xmas card list because I've never heard of anyone getting away with 100mph+ without at least a fine. Who was it that said watch out for Northallerton cops because they are bastards? I disagree...
PS: I'm still convinced I kept at 90mph so I think it's time I had the calibration on my speedo checked
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