WE GOT THE HEAT ALL OVER US ON THE ROAD AT THE MINUTE HERE IN QUEENSLAND . . . . IF YOU'VE RIDDEN LONG ENOUGH ON THE WRONG KINDA BIKE, NO REAL BIGGY . . . . BUT IF YOU GET GIVEN THE FLASHING BLUE AND RED, BE COOL . . . . DON'T SQUEAL LIKE A LITTLE GIRL !!!

Today, my quiet suburban street became a hotbed of police activity focusing on three people who had gathered together in a single car, however, from much personal experience over the last thirty three years, you don't get pulled over in a run of the mill sedan unless something rings an alarm bell with the filth . . . mind you, the way the son of the mother who was at the wheel was carrying on I woulda locked the little fucker up without batting an eyelid . . . to their credit, our intrepid orificers of the lur conducted themselves with admirable restraint, searched the veehickle, let sonny Jim have his rant, then went their separate ways. What excitement in the midst of the suburban idyll !!!