I must just have one of those faces...
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Driving home last night, 40mph in a 40, 9pm and three cars (and one police van) on a dual carriageway.
Police van up me behind, so that I could just about see the reg plate if I sat square up. The road changes to a NSL so I accelerate to 60 (still 10mph under) and the police van drops back. Round a roundabout to the A19, hitting 70mph and away we go...
I see blue lights in the distance - thinking that he's been told to go to a shout and that he'd not stop me cos a: I'd done nothing wrong and b: I was on the A19 with no stopping places.
Hah yeah right, up me backside again, blues on, flashing me like a madman to pull over. So, here's me thinking well where do I stop - not wanting to irritate him any more etc so I throw the hazards on and stop - IN THE LEFT HAND LANE (as there is nowhere to stop) and very VERY cautiously get out.
Apparently his Iveco wagon had a calibrated speedo and I was doing 50mph in a 40 and he had to do 100mph to catch me in the 70. I stuck to my guns, saying I was doing 40mph (which I was) and 70mph, the reason he had to do 100mph was because my car will accelerate faster than his truck therefore I was obviously going to put some distance inbetween him and me.
Walk away with a 7 day wonder, which he said I was called 'Jones' (which I'm not) and that I was driving a F plate 205 (try R plate 306!) After correcting him and having a bit daft chat on (as I do, treat them human - they treat me human etc - no jip) I ask, off the cuff if he'd had a busy day - the reply was "nah, it's been dead quiet tonight"... guess why I was stopped!
Anyway, ffwd to today, going to see a car - 40mph dropping to a 30, I'm at 35 as we get to about 150 yards before the 30 limit, all I hear is "SLOW DOWN!" so I avert my attention from the road (and the motorcyclist turning left) to the side of the road to see a copper screaming frantically at me. I just nod and resume concentrating on the road, by this time down to about 30mph still 50 yards before the 30 sign... he did look a bit miffed (and out of breath) as I think he was chasing someone who got away.
(bearing in mind I checked my speedo against one of those school "watch your speed" boards (A good thing!) and at 30 on the clock I'm really doing 28mph.
I must just have one of those faces!
Police van up me behind, so that I could just about see the reg plate if I sat square up. The road changes to a NSL so I accelerate to 60 (still 10mph under) and the police van drops back. Round a roundabout to the A19, hitting 70mph and away we go...
I see blue lights in the distance - thinking that he's been told to go to a shout and that he'd not stop me cos a: I'd done nothing wrong and b: I was on the A19 with no stopping places.
Hah yeah right, up me backside again, blues on, flashing me like a madman to pull over. So, here's me thinking well where do I stop - not wanting to irritate him any more etc so I throw the hazards on and stop - IN THE LEFT HAND LANE (as there is nowhere to stop) and very VERY cautiously get out.
Apparently his Iveco wagon had a calibrated speedo and I was doing 50mph in a 40 and he had to do 100mph to catch me in the 70. I stuck to my guns, saying I was doing 40mph (which I was) and 70mph, the reason he had to do 100mph was because my car will accelerate faster than his truck therefore I was obviously going to put some distance inbetween him and me.
Walk away with a 7 day wonder, which he said I was called 'Jones' (which I'm not) and that I was driving a F plate 205 (try R plate 306!) After correcting him and having a bit daft chat on (as I do, treat them human - they treat me human etc - no jip) I ask, off the cuff if he'd had a busy day - the reply was "nah, it's been dead quiet tonight"... guess why I was stopped!
Anyway, ffwd to today, going to see a car - 40mph dropping to a 30, I'm at 35 as we get to about 150 yards before the 30 limit, all I hear is "SLOW DOWN!" so I avert my attention from the road (and the motorcyclist turning left) to the side of the road to see a copper screaming frantically at me. I just nod and resume concentrating on the road, by this time down to about 30mph still 50 yards before the 30 sign... he did look a bit miffed (and out of breath) as I think he was chasing someone who got away.
(bearing in mind I checked my speedo against one of those school "watch your speed" boards (A good thing!) and at 30 on the clock I'm really doing 28mph.
I must just have one of those faces!
Couldn't sue, to this day they claim they had 'reasonable grounds for suspicion' that some kind of fraud was going on. 
I've taken a lot of advice over it and nobody can find a way round it. The arresting officer was within her powers, she was just being a complete
. Either that or she genuinely had an IQ of 1.2 and couldn't imagine how it may have been taken (it was intercepted in the post).
I've taken a lot of advice over it and nobody can find a way round it. The arresting officer was within her powers, she was just being a complete
. Either that or she genuinely had an IQ of 1.2 and couldn't imagine how it may have been taken (it was intercepted in the post).
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