Ming the Merciless
There is no mercy
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- Inside my skull
Were you driving around cones on your mobility scooter?
Just been questioned by the plod over 'driving erratically'
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matticus
Guru
They were just following up on that incident. There's a bit of a backlog, I hear.
neil_merseyside
Guru
- Location
- Wirral
Are you sure it was 'driving' erratically, depending on cravat colour it may have dressing erratically 
fossyant
Ride It Like You Stole It!
- Location
- South Manchester
Ming the Merciless
There is no mercy
- Location
- Inside my skull
I’m also wondering if @Accy cyclist has a sticker on the back of his vehicle stating “I support Brownian motion”?
Arjimlad
Tights of Cydonia
- Location
- South Glos
Ha - this reminded me of the time my sister was driving & I was a passenger. She had dropped off her boyfriend & we were heading home, I was winding her up about something in true big brother style, and she allowed it to affect her driving somewhat.
When we got home around midnight my Dad was waiting. He'd had a call from the local police station asking if he knew that his car was being driven erratically along the road in question. It probably "helped" that he was, at the time, a police Inspector!!!
When we got home around midnight my Dad was waiting. He'd had a call from the local police station asking if he knew that his car was being driven erratically along the road in question. It probably "helped" that he was, at the time, a police Inspector!!!
Drago
Legendary Member
- Location
- Suburban Poshshire
He was pulled over by Constable Savage for wearing a loud cravat in a built up area during the hours of darkness.
Mr Celine
Discordian
- Location
- Waxing my moustache
May 1985, about 5 am on a beautiful sunny spring morning I was driving home with a couple of crew mates in my trusty 2000E after a shift working on the River Tay salmon fishing. Coming in to Perth there was a police car blocking the road and I was flagged down by a sergeant accompanied by a fresh-faced young constable. I'd seen neither of them in my life before, but immediately I recognised the sergeant. Chinny, the crew foreman, lived with his dad, who was a police sergeant. Chinny was nick-named thus on account of having a chin bigger than Jimmy Hill, a feature also possessed by the polis man who'd flagged me down. I wound down the window.
"Where you going sonny?"
"Home. I've been working at the fishing. Ron's the gaffer"
Having said this I fully expected him to tell me to be on my way, but no, he told me to get out and open the boot. This I did, while the constable occupied himself with poking at the rust and kicking the tyres.
At this moment the early morning stillness was broken by the sound of an approaching motorbike, still out of sight but obviously going very fast. All three of us turned to look down the Dundee Road as it screamed round the corner at about 70mph, saw the police car, slammed on the brakes, went down through the gears and burbled slowly towards us.
Just at the point where two of us recognised both the rider and the bike, it revved up, popped a huge wheelie and roared past, straight through the red traffic lights at the next junction before it disappeared out of sight.
The constable fumbled frantically for his radio, "I got his number Sarge, I got his number!"
The sergeant said "Nah, you can't have seen it properly, he was going far too fast"
Always wanting to help our brave boys in blue, I added "Sergeant Tindall, I definitely got his number."
He gave me one look before shouting "Get back into that f***ing heap of shite and get it out of my sight now!"
Arriving for work the next evening I met Chinny, moving sufficient belongings into the bothy for a few days, as domestic relationships had got rather strained and he thought it best to keep away from his dad for a while.
"Where you going sonny?"
"Home. I've been working at the fishing. Ron's the gaffer"
Having said this I fully expected him to tell me to be on my way, but no, he told me to get out and open the boot. This I did, while the constable occupied himself with poking at the rust and kicking the tyres.
At this moment the early morning stillness was broken by the sound of an approaching motorbike, still out of sight but obviously going very fast. All three of us turned to look down the Dundee Road as it screamed round the corner at about 70mph, saw the police car, slammed on the brakes, went down through the gears and burbled slowly towards us.
Just at the point where two of us recognised both the rider and the bike, it revved up, popped a huge wheelie and roared past, straight through the red traffic lights at the next junction before it disappeared out of sight.
The constable fumbled frantically for his radio, "I got his number Sarge, I got his number!"
The sergeant said "Nah, you can't have seen it properly, he was going far too fast"
Always wanting to help our brave boys in blue, I added "Sergeant Tindall, I definitely got his number."
He gave me one look before shouting "Get back into that f***ing heap of shite and get it out of my sight now!"
Arriving for work the next evening I met Chinny, moving sufficient belongings into the bothy for a few days, as domestic relationships had got rather strained and he thought it best to keep away from his dad for a while.
Ming the Merciless
There is no mercy
- Location
- Inside my skull
and walking on the cracks in the pavement…
Profpointy
Legendary Member
I recall being stopped many years ago, 4 lads in a rough looking old Cortina. I saw the copper pull out behind me so knew we'd be stopped. Anyhow he opens with ". You're strangers in town", but to be fair I think he instantly realised that sounded a bit silly given he wasn't Rod Steiger in "In the Heat of the Night" particularly as the car had Carmarthenshire numberplates and we were on the A40, the main road through West Wales
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rockyroller
Guru
- Location
- 20 miles northwest of Boston, MA
right on man, my 93 yr old Dad wears one!
ebikeerwidnes
Guru
- Location
- Z’ha’dum
I was stopped on my way home from work many years ago
apparently my passenger side rear light was out
funny - it was back on by the time we got round to the back of the car.
By which time the Police Officer had had time to ask what my job was (Teacher at the posh school up the road) and see how I was dressed
There is a possibility that he just pulled me up on the off chance that a London registered car over 10 years old driving through a small town in North Wales might be 'up to no good'
or maybe the back light had gone off - although it never did it again
Later on, the Police often did random breath tests in the mornings approaching Christmas - on the road in Rhyl were I was then working.
In that same car - I seemed to get pulled over far more than most other people working at that school
apparently my passenger side rear light was out
funny - it was back on by the time we got round to the back of the car.
By which time the Police Officer had had time to ask what my job was (Teacher at the posh school up the road) and see how I was dressed
There is a possibility that he just pulled me up on the off chance that a London registered car over 10 years old driving through a small town in North Wales might be 'up to no good'
or maybe the back light had gone off - although it never did it again
Later on, the Police often did random breath tests in the mornings approaching Christmas - on the road in Rhyl were I was then working.
In that same car - I seemed to get pulled over far more than most other people working at that school
newfhouse
Resolutely on topic
Sensible if they’d had reports of a dandy highwayman at large.
OP
OP
Accy cyclist
Legendary Member
- Location
- The hills of Accrington
Anyone know how the plod treat these boy racers that are flying up the road outside as i post,doing i'd say 40 to 50mph in a 30 mph zone? So let me see. They stop a 60 year old bloke who keeps to the speed limit,indicates when maneuvering,covers his brake when necessary etc,yet these idiots seem to go untouched! I presume they do go untouched as if they were actually being pulled up for proper erratic driving,they wouldn't risk their licenses,fearing being pulled up again.
Ming the Merciless
There is no mercy
- Location
- Inside my skull
That is the suspicious behaviour right there. Exactly what a drunk driver would try (and fail) to do.
