Driving to work at 06:00, minding me own when I notice a car slowly gaining, it was about 100 yards back - so I speed up to maintain this safe distance.....then think - stuff it - see ya!
I vanish off into the distance down a country lane, eventually have to slow for a tight right hander and a sunday driver - look behind, and eventually my pursuer appears - funny didnt know they did volvos with blue and yellow squares....mmmmmmm.
He shoots up behind and follow me for about a mile down some lanes, then on come the lights.
Copper gets out - he looks like hes been on nights.
"good morning officer"
"good morning sir - bit of a bad start to the day a fixed penalty"
mind starts whizzing - "fixed penalty"? he cant know how fast I was going!
"Fixed penalty officer? What for"
"Come-on! your kidding right - How fast we you going then down those lanes"
"err 45"
"I know how fast I was going trying to keep up with you, you should be carefull, you never know whos about"
"Yeah tell me about it!"
"Be carefull and slow down - go on, on your way"
He let me GO!!! either he couldnt be arsed cos it was the end of his shift.
or because he was from Warrington and stopped me over the "border" in Trafford - extra paperwork?
Or he had no evidence.
Think he might just have been a decent bloke, cos I wasnt driving like a complete tool during the rush hour - just a complete tool on a deserted road.
Result!!
