First time for everything
Well it finally happened: after having spent 6+ years driving in the US I was pulled over yesterday. I’d just been to Belmont Wheelworks to finalise some of the spec’s on my new bike. As I trundled up the road totally out of it I saw a Police car practically in my boot (aka. trunk), lights blaring. So, I diligently pulled over to let him past, only to have him pull over behind me. In a word: bugger!
So it turns out that I was doing 46mph in a 30mph zone, both facts of which I had no idea. I was on auto-pilot driving — the sun was out, not a care in the world. He could have said I was doing 90 and I’d be in no shape to argue. Anyway, he took my driving license and registration and went back into his car for about 10 minutes. I’m convinced they’re just listening to the radio, giving me (the crim) time to stew over my heinous crime. Finally he came back and said he was just going to give me a warning, but that I should be careful. “It’s an easy mistake to make” he said, “with such a wide open road, but it’s a 30mph zone. What if a child ran out or someone stopped suddenly?”. He’s got a valid point, but in any other country a road this wide would be called a motorway or autobahn. Still it was a close one … would have made the bike even more expensive!