Well my tax disc got inspected today. Plod wasn't that keen on the holder. Can you pop it out. Sure I replied if you have an allen key. I pointed out that the date, the bar code and the bike details were all on display and he seemed happy.
Had popped up to Falkirk to get my valve clearances checked. 29,000 miles and all in tolerance.
Killed 4 hours in Falkirk, then picked up the bike and decided to head to Callander for a fish supper (Mhor Fish do a top notch fish supper).
So missed a turn somewhere and ended up heading through, instead of past, Stirling. Slipped past a police van with a bit of late braking at the traffic lights, made sure it was a neat move, plenty of room and that he wouldn't have to brake hard or anything. You know as you do, and I don't like sitting behind vans, any van.
So a few hundred yards up the road, I fluff the roundabout, I'm a bit lost and make a late lunge for an exit after a good look over my shoulder at following plod. So he pulled me. Fair enougth I thought. I apologised profusely for the late move on the roundabout, though pointing out that I did have a good look before moving over, but really I should have gone round again. Sorry officer .
But he wasn't bothered about that, he wasn't happy that I undertook him. What? That's not undertaking officer! So it all got a bit confusing. Anyway I quickly decided to see things his way, he checked all my details over the radio (no more tickets to hand your docs in?) and I was on my way.
But I figured he wouldn't have been happy if my disc wasn't on display, and that would have actually given him something to give me a ticket for.