WHAT'S NOT TO LIKE . . . . ?????
I had a complete win today whilst out on the skirtster, against none other than John Q Law . . . . . I had done the old lane split from the turn left lane, [totally illegal and I knowed it Orificer], and moments later the blue and red Xmas tree appears behind me in the form of a very pissed off pair of Cuntstables, in a paddy wagon nonetheless . . . . how embarassing !!!
I pulled over, doffed my lid, exchanged not so pleasantries, explained why the tank was no longer orange in accordance with their computer readout and the meaning of FTWCO, admitted the error of my ways while they wrote down the vin number, I lit up a fag while the Orificers of the law went off to confer in regards to my flagrant flaunting of the rules of the road . . . . half a cigarette later . . . . "right, consider this an official caution, notify Main Roads of the colour change and have a good day" . . . .
WHAT THE FUCK ??? HAVE A GOOD DAY ??? NOT EVEN A HASSLE ABOUT DB LEVELS ??? A QUERY OVER NO BELT GUARD, OUTPUT COVER OR LACK OF FRONT FENDER ??? NO THREE POINTS AND $330 LARGE ??? LIKE I SAID . . . . WTF ????
Sometimes . . . . I guess you just get struck up the arse by a rainbow, today was a good day . . . .