Missed out on my first bike ticket on Sunday. Coming home from Brother's in the dark. A lot of frustrating traffic (slow moving, all lanes chockablock, thank goodness for filtering) but I was now out of it. Went through several miles of 60 mph limit with average speed cameras (that is so frustrating, this stretch of road used to be 70, then a few years ago they put the speed limit on and these cameras). Kept to the 60 (GPS) like the good boy that I am.
Got out of the camera area into a 70 limit, there was little traffic, I started to get exuberant. Suddenly noticed a car on my tail. Unusually, I didn't know where he came from. He was closer than I was comfortable with, but didn't seem to want to overtake. A little way ahead was a slower car in the nearside line, I was in the outside lane ready to overtake it, but I pulled into the nearside line and slowed a little, expecting the car behind to go by me, but he didn't. He also slowed, remaining the same distance behind, but still in the outside lane.
My suspicions were aroused. I braked hard to stay behind the car in front, the car behind gave up and went by us both. In the gloom I could just make out a light bar over his roof, but otherwise he was in mufti, none of the usual high-vis paintwork our police cars have.
Not sure how fast I was going - definitely well over the 70 limit) - it wouldn't have been a small fine, nor just the minimum points on my license. Stayed legal for the rest of the journey home. Well, mostly.
This is the second near-ticket from a policeman in a car. The first was nearly 60 years ago. Me on my Tiger Cub, going home. We lived in some suburbs, lots of minor twisty roads, lots of corners, all 30 limit. Arrived outside our house. I'd just taken off my helmet and a police car comes up and stops.
Big burly policeman comes up to me: "Do you know how fast you were going?"
Young teenage me: "No, sir" (quite truthfully, no time to look at speedometers when negotiating these roads at speed).
BBP: "We couldn't keep up with you".
YTM: "Mumble, mumble" (couldn't think of anything to say).
Then some sort of conversation about license and insurance, though I never showed them.
Finally
BBP: "Well, just watch it".
In retrospect he couldn't ticket me, the law then was that he would have to follow me for a quarter of a mile at speed. Not possible in the circumstances.
So, (touching wood), so far I've got away with it, though I'm sure the FJR is conspiring to get me one.