Eat GATSO Pig Dog

Blog Date - 07 December 2011

Eat GATSO Pig Dog

I try my very best to keep to the speed limits.  Yes, yes, yes, boring, dull, slow...that's me and my riding style.  After 22 years of riding I've finally accepted I'm not going to be fast and all I achieve by trying is scaring myself and still coming last.  I enjoy my riding so much more now that I've slowed down.  So I keep to the limits as best as I can.

Travelling to work this morning, before the crack of dawn, I had the usual thing, cars impatiently trying to pass me on blind corners, through junctions and at traffic lights.  It seems that 30mph in a 30mph zone is not enough for some.  Whatever it is they're doing, wherever it is they're going I can only assume it must be very important and they've left very late.  I can saunter because I've left in plenty of time.  I used to get quite cross about this, but now I barely notice.  It only happens in the early morning, later in the day there's so much traffic that it's a miracle to reach 30mph.

This morning as usual I had one of those big 4 by 4, 5 seater crew cab pickup trucks behind me.  They do look very butch and manly these machines, as such they tend to be driven by blokes who wish to look butch and manly.  As this driver was looking butch and manly just a few feet from my top-box he decided now would be the time to overtake.  He did, straight into the path of the GATSO

I expected him to slam on the brakes.  I can only assume he was busy talking on his mobile or preening himself in the rear view mirror as he did not slam on.  Instead he sailed through the GATSO and I released a little yell of joy as the camera flashed brightly.  I then half expected him to slam on and try and pull me up for making him overtake next to a speed camera.  Nothing, he carried on speeding away. 

My sense of justice hopes he gets his notice in a few days and is suitably gutted.  My sense of reality tells me he's probably a copper and the paperwork may get lost.  Or he'll pass it onto his long suffering wife because he's already up to 9 points.  Or it'll be a works van and the boss somehow won't know who was driving.  I hope, I just hope, he cops for it.  Now...what can I do about the car that pulled out in front of me, leaving me slithering down a cold wet road shouting obscenities that only I can hear. 
 

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