British police are.......
well ok, check this:
I was runnin late.....not for work or anything important, I was just running late so I was putting the hammer down.........it was 8pm on a sunny sunday evening in the middle of July, hardly any traffic around and....as I say....I was late.
My bike at the time was a Suzuki RGV250, twin cyl 2 stroke that always sounded like it was about to blow up. Probably not the kind of bike that you want to ride past Gloucestershire Police Headquarters at 70mph in a 40 zone.
Anyway, as luck would have, there was a patrol car waiting to pull out as I went past.....and he did pull out, quietly, calmly and then put his foot down. Now the mirrors on RGVs are, frankly, crap. I never even saw him. At the end of this road was a slight dip and then some traffic signals, as I came over the rise the signals were just changing to red......so I went straight through as there was no way I coulda stopped in time anyway and there was no other traffic around and no pedestrians.
Still I hadnt spotted this patrol car.
About 5 miles further down the road I reached the turning I wanted, still oblivious to this patrol car behind me, and indicate I'm turning right as there's some traffic now coming the other way.........so I'm slowing down for the turn, still indicating when suddenly matey boy behind me turns the siren on.
SOB. He's about 3 feet behind me and I'm concentrating on stopping for the traffic and suddenly there's this God awful screaming that sounds like it's coming from my rear seat it was so damn loud. So I start looking behind me thinking I'm in the way of a fire engine or something, see this patrol car......then I look back in front and realise I'm not gonna stop in time and the only choice there is is to make the turn.
Which I do, then stop in a hurry and get off the bike. I tell ya, I was so shrecking furious, this numpty could have killed me.
SuperCop then made the huge mistake of trying to tell me I almost fell off on that last turn and I should learn how to ride a bike. HUGE argument then takes place at the side of the road, the red mist had decended on me and I wasnt taking prisoners.
Wont bore you with the details but I managed to talk myself into a charge of Dangerous Driving (probably this >< close to an Assault on a Police Officer charge as well considering the finger jabbing). However, it never went to court and I got let off easy with 3 points and a 40 pound (GBP) fine.......all because the dopey cop actually put in his statement to the court that I was indicating my intention to turn right.
Anyway, to finish my initial statement: British Policemen are mainly meat headed clots straight outta the army, no wonder we dont allow em to carry guns.