Fat Albert
New member
He admitted not having a calibrated Speedo and that he did not know what speed I was doing as I was doing 60 by the time he caught up with me.
It was quite clear that he had a pre-conceived idea of who I might be (typical Red Porsche Driver) and he had a pre-prepared script that he was going to deliver come what may, this was somewhat undermined by the fact that I have a clean licence and have had the car over a year. When he started going into his Risking Life spiel I was going to mention that I am ex-RAf Aircrew and a current private Pilot and that I spend a lot of time analysing the risks of my actions and the limits of my own capability, but decided that it might inflame an already emotional (for him) situation.
It was an unmarked focus without Blues & Twos (unless he was only a Level 5 driver so unable to use them?) At first I assumed he was just an outraged member of the public and was about to show him a clean pair of Falkens, but then noticed some equipment on the dashboard and that his young Gingette companion was in rail-workers yellow. He then pulled up alongside and got very shouty.
He wrote my details in his little notebook and I shall await the thump of the Section 59 on the doormat, if he can convince his seniors that it is the most appropriate action in my case.
It was quite clear that he had a pre-conceived idea of who I might be (typical Red Porsche Driver) and he had a pre-prepared script that he was going to deliver come what may, this was somewhat undermined by the fact that I have a clean licence and have had the car over a year. When he started going into his Risking Life spiel I was going to mention that I am ex-RAf Aircrew and a current private Pilot and that I spend a lot of time analysing the risks of my actions and the limits of my own capability, but decided that it might inflame an already emotional (for him) situation.
It was an unmarked focus without Blues & Twos (unless he was only a Level 5 driver so unable to use them?) At first I assumed he was just an outraged member of the public and was about to show him a clean pair of Falkens, but then noticed some equipment on the dashboard and that his young Gingette companion was in rail-workers yellow. He then pulled up alongside and got very shouty.
He wrote my details in his little notebook and I shall await the thump of the Section 59 on the doormat, if he can convince his seniors that it is the most appropriate action in my case.