The M5, South of Bristol
Several years ago, my aged father was hacking with the speed of many antelopes down the M5, around Clevedon/Weston-super-Mare. It was, according to him, a clear road with good visibility and he wanted to see what his car could do. I forget what it was - some Japanese saloon/sedan, ISTR. Sure enough, at around a ton, he saw in his rear view mirror the sparkly blue lights that the constabulary turn on in moments of distress (well, they sure cause me to become distressed.)

Aged parent pulls onto the shoulder, puts on hazard lights, opens the window and waits for his ticking off. Motorcycle officer parks up, dismounts and slowly walks to the car. It seems to have taken an age, if you listen to the AP tell the story.

First words out of the police officer's mouth were "are you having trouble taking off, sir?" before telling my Dad what a naughty boy he was, and letting him off with a warning. I've heard from a couple of other people to whom this happened that, about 15 years ago, this police officer would approach anyone he pulled over in the same way.

Sadly, I never met him. I only ever got caught speeding in Geordieland somewhere (93 in a rat-box escort, downhill with the wind behind me, racing to a wedding for which I was late), and outside Gila Bend in Arizona. Maybe I'll write the latter one up. It was quite an experience.
(IHaveComeAmongThee__Twice Tissues on the left. Self-esteem on the right., Tue 27 Apr 2010, 20:02, Reply)