Result!

It has amazed me for something like 20 years that I haven't been pulled by
Plod on a bike, I ride like a **** most days after all. They had me in the
car around 10 years ago and that's been it.

I overtook into some oncoming traffic today, plenty of room, speed humps in
the road and enough space to filter. Had just done 30 miles of 100+ lane
splitting frenzy. When I got to the Hospital a red face Plod turned up
telling me he had been chasing me "for ages" and couldn't catch me through
the traffic. Hahaha too right Mr Plod, what the **** do you expect.
Apparently he was in the line of oncoming traffic.

He left mumbling, there was nothing he could actually book me for.
Eventually. He seemed put off by my NI numberplate, perhaps it involves too
much paperwork.

Two things strike me.
One, I should crank up my jam sandwich awareness a tad, a wee reminder is
always welcome.
Two, how the **** did he know how to find me in the Trust car park. Either
he has clocked the bike there before (did seem interested in the machine) or
the Leeds city video system works rather well. I'm pretty sure it had to be
the latter as the Duke is normally out of public sight.

 

<snip>

I think Champ and I have both observed, in the past, that neither of
us has ever been done by a bike-mounted Plod, although we've both been
stopped and roundly bollocked from time to time.

I think you have to be riding like a *total* **** for Bike Plod
actually to nick you.

<Thinks>

OK, so why weren't you?

 

I've been stopped loads of times, and only "done" insofar as I once
got a producer and a vehicle-rectification notice.

Fair play though, I had been doing around 85mph on the motorway with
no numberplate.

 

Sorry I was unclear, he was in a Traffic car, I was on the bike.
I was referring to the fact I have not been stopped while riding my bike in
longer than I care to remember. It was before 1990.

In his defense I was riding as you suggest, across the double whites, around
traffic waiting at lights and using the Leeds bus lanes (and some pavement).
Fortunately he didn't see the first one.

 

I've only been "done" once, and they didn't have much trouble tracking
me down as I was in A&E at the time. The only other time I've been
pulled (excepting my teenage years, when it was a regular occurrence)
was a traffic car somewhere near MK and while he read me my rights, I
never did receive a summons.

The only interaction I've had with bike-mounted plod was at Old Street
roundaboue where one pulled up next to me (on my bandit with open pipe).
After commenting on how fruity it sounded, he asked if I fancied a race,
and fucked off sharpish toward Clerkenwell.

 

I think Sirr has managed to answer Sir's own question before Sir had the
temerity to ask it.