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Strange one Thursday night coming home from Hertford. About 10:30, joined the A10 at the A414 junction, police Astra was stopped in the left lane at the lights on the roundabout as I came round in the right. Lights changed just as I reached them so I didn’t have to stop, went past him, indicated left and went down the slip road, two lanes all the way so no problem there. Saw him in my mirror starting down the slip so did everything right, onto A10, accelerate up to 70, bimble along left lane. After a couple of miles my speed had crept up a little to 75-ish where the motor’s a tad smoother but I was still behaving knowing he was back there. All of a sudden he comes haring up the outside, gives me a single whoop on the siren and one flash of the blues and belts past making ‘slow down’ gestures, pulls in in front so I put the indicator on to go into the approaching lay-by in but he doesn’t stop and I follow him at a sensible distance and at the limits all the way to the lights at Cheshunt where he stops in the right-turn lane. As I pull up alongside and flip up the visor he winds down the passenger side window (only one officer in the car) and says, to my complete astonishment, “Keep the speed down, you were doing over 90 along there.” Bollox was I, I’m not that daft knowing the bill’s behind me! Fortunately I was too gobsmacked to say anything, eventually I managed an “Ok, sorry, thanks ossifer” of some sort and then my lights changed and I went. Still not quite sure what to make of it, he must have been doing 90-odd to catch me up but that doesn’t mean I was. Least he didn’t want to make an issue of it.
Or my old 600 Honda is quicker than I think and my speedo’s f*cked.
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Fatshoutybloke
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