I was riding alone the other day minding my own, when a skinny fella with a while coat, leather boots, whistle and a hand gun steps into the middle of the road blows his whistle and points to me then the side of the road. I pulls over switches off the bike, he blows his whistle again and waved me into the centre of the road next to him & his similarly dressed mate. Let's call them Keystone 1 & 2, there both cops and neither said much.
I get off the bike collect all my paperwork. passport, customs docs, bike V5, drivers licence (both parts), my neatly printed fiche, insurance docs, record of my jabs & finally a letter from me mam ! I then risk life & limb to cross two lanes of traffic (some of the fuckers fly along u know !), so I give him all my docs, he looks at me like I've just shit in his hat ! He shakes his head takes my passport, gives everything else back, then waves me back to the side of the road. What ! I thought, "have you seen how fast some of these twats drive !"
So I go back to the bike, put my docs away then turn to go back & he's gone ! k1 is off on his bike chasing a truck on the other carriageway ! I look at k2 who shakes his head indicates for me to stay where I am as he "talks" to two German drivers.
Well I've got loads of time. So I sit at he side of the road, back against the barrier and close my eyes, 45 mins later k1 comes back, with a big white truck & a red faced Moroccan driver. So this bike cop had chased this truck from the other carriageway, stopped him them made him drive all the way back to where he'd originally seen him. K1 then went mental shouting, prodding, windmills & everything, the k2 had to pause business with the Germans to interact. Another 45 mins goes by.
Me I'm still laying about like a loopy dog. K2 waves me over, again that road ! He indicated to his van, we get in, he asks if I speak French, I say no. He writes down I was doing 140 km in a 120 km road, I shrugged & smiled. He wrote down 700D fine, underneath he wrote 500D & indicated that was the fine if I fessed up (new word that I got from my teenage daughter, won't go into why). So I shrugged again & got my wallet out, I was just counting out 500D when he stopped me, reached over took a 200D note, smiled at me then waved me away ! I went from glad to pissed right off in a fraction of a second, he must have noticed cos he held up the note and said in English "what, you rather come with us?" I smiled held out my hand, we shook, I got on the bike & forgot about it. It's not right and it's no money at all, they were working the tourists ! And the truth is I was doing 160km but don't tell any one.
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