the discovery was - its amazing how long a police officer will hesitate to pull you over when there's nothing concrete for them to go on. managed to string her along for a good two or three miles going in an ever decreasing circle on main urban and residential streets - resolutely at or a little under the speed limit and signalling properly (which she wasn't and didn't!) - highly suspicious behaviour at 4am i know! - before *I* was the one who got bored of it, pulled up, killed the engine, got out and asked if there was a problem, as friendly-smile and politely as possible (unlike your average, world-weary plod). yknow kidding on like i thought she was going to pull me up and say there was something wrong with my lights, but after having gone that extra distance trying to give her somewhere safe to put on the flashing blues and pull me up, i was worried it was something more serious
wonder if i'm going to get a reputation down the local nick as a traffic cop baiter
(hey, if i get really good at it, p'raps they might start calling me a master..
)fair enough though, there's been some break-ins down the little shopping centre street she was parked up on, and i was acting "suspiciously" - coming to a halt randomly half way down and then restarting rather quick. in my defence, i'd dropped a tape and the safest thing seemed to be to stop while trying to find and rescue it
("i was doing a brake test, i think my fluid needs changing and it seemed like an empty, safe place to do it" seemed a more lawful excuse... "but nope, must have just been because i had four workmates in earlier on"). i couldnt really act like an arse about it.... was just her job, same as slogging the bar is mine, and we both have to stick to slightly detached procedure and rules with the "customers"still if they really were concerned about security down there, hows they to know i'm not some kind of decoy? the length of time i was tailed for, some mates could have happily boshed a range rover through the front of the stereo specialists or the chemist and be a mile away with the swag by the time i'd actually pulled up.... and an untraceable distance, with the gear in holdalls and the 4x4 on fire by the time i'd finished the bulls**t and we'd parted ways.... after all the registration wouldn't have been difficult to spot and trace, and her efforts to see if the car was stolen amounted to "are you the registered owner of the car?" - and taking the answer at face value.... hmph.... i reckon she was more hoping i'd crack and go a little over the limit, or at least do 40 on the 30 road everyone -thinks- is a 40... hehe... denied!! that shopping street itself is fairly wide when its not full of parked cars, long, arrow-straight and at the bottom of a sweeping hill - major speeding temptation. I doubt she was actually there to provide extra security for the bloody Spar and it's inch-thick metal shutters..
I'd love to know what they say about you back at the station.. probably got a picture of your car up on the walls by now and a caption saying "Just don't bother trying..." 
