Schnauzer
£200 fine and 3 points, No BAN
OK it was in 1989 and we didn't have all that camera evidence bollox, just a pig (oops sorry Superdan), Her Majesty's fine Road Traffic Law Enforcement Officer in a car with VASCAR.
I'd put the case off as long as possible, however on the 3rd reschedule date I had to attend or get banned in my absence.
Realising I was essentially screwed I approached a Solicitor to defend me. In the briefing, after managing to gather himself and stop the laughing he said; "your screwed, and quite rightly so" he went on, "just for a laugh I will provide you with a letter and you must follow these instructions". I carefully noted everything down. On asking the solicitor how much he wanted, the reply was "I cant take any money off you, because your screwed".
I got to the magistrates court at the appointed time, waiting and watching all the rapists, molesters and thieves walk free with 1 hours community service.
Finally, my case is called and I enter the court. The copper is there, all dressed up and smart. The case details are read out and I confirm who I am.
The centre magistrate says; "Mr Jones, do you have anything to say in your defence?", to which I press the mental play button on my solicitors carefully prepared words; "your honours, may I approach the bench and present you with a letter as I believe that I cannot verbally communicate my mitigating circumstances", the reply; "you may do so".
I approach the bench and pass over the letter to the centre magistrate, they concur quietly with each other. The next words were the most beautiful I have ever heard; "Mr Jones, you may count your self a very lucky young man...". She went on for ages, but I only ever heard those words because afterwards I was grinning, grinning so heard I went deaf", I'd got away with it.
The local newspaper ran articles, people wrote in and it even made the local radio. None of my friends could believe it. The solicitor, when I dropped by to say thanks was totally speechless.
Obviously we didn't have the tinternet then, if we had then I would have known that a lone officer using VASCAR while driving would have been using the equipment out of type approval and would have defended myself via that route.
Long Live the late 80's, when you could ride over a ton, get caught, keep your license and it would still cost less than a track day at Brands GP.
The Bike: My classic Katana 1000
OK it was in 1989 and we didn't have all that camera evidence bollox, just a pig (oops sorry Superdan), Her Majesty's fine Road Traffic Law Enforcement Officer in a car with VASCAR.
I'd put the case off as long as possible, however on the 3rd reschedule date I had to attend or get banned in my absence.
Realising I was essentially screwed I approached a Solicitor to defend me. In the briefing, after managing to gather himself and stop the laughing he said; "your screwed, and quite rightly so" he went on, "just for a laugh I will provide you with a letter and you must follow these instructions". I carefully noted everything down. On asking the solicitor how much he wanted, the reply was "I cant take any money off you, because your screwed".
I got to the magistrates court at the appointed time, waiting and watching all the rapists, molesters and thieves walk free with 1 hours community service.
Finally, my case is called and I enter the court. The copper is there, all dressed up and smart. The case details are read out and I confirm who I am.
The centre magistrate says; "Mr Jones, do you have anything to say in your defence?", to which I press the mental play button on my solicitors carefully prepared words; "your honours, may I approach the bench and present you with a letter as I believe that I cannot verbally communicate my mitigating circumstances", the reply; "you may do so".
I approach the bench and pass over the letter to the centre magistrate, they concur quietly with each other. The next words were the most beautiful I have ever heard; "Mr Jones, you may count your self a very lucky young man...". She went on for ages, but I only ever heard those words because afterwards I was grinning, grinning so heard I went deaf", I'd got away with it.
The local newspaper ran articles, people wrote in and it even made the local radio. None of my friends could believe it. The solicitor, when I dropped by to say thanks was totally speechless.
Obviously we didn't have the tinternet then, if we had then I would have known that a lone officer using VASCAR while driving would have been using the equipment out of type approval and would have defended myself via that route.
Long Live the late 80's, when you could ride over a ton, get caught, keep your license and it would still cost less than a track day at Brands GP.
The Bike: My classic Katana 1000