One summer some years ago, I hired a Transit van for a weekend. Very early on a bright and sunny Sunday morning I was driving along a dual carriageway at about 70 when I realised I was being followed by some nondescript car. I checked my speed and made sure that it was below 70. This procession continued for some miles until eventually I was pulled over. The conversation went as follows:
Occifer: Do you know what speed you were doing sir?
Me: Yes, about 68mph.
Occifer: Do you know what the speed limit is sir?
Me: Yes, 70mph.
Occifer: Not in a Transit van it isn't. What is the speed limit in a Transit van sir?
Me: Oh, Jesus, I didn't know; what is it?
Occifer: It's 60mph. I'm sure you knew that.
Me: Seriously, I didn't; I can only apologise.
After checking to see what I had in the van (nothing at the time), he sent me on my way and said that if he ever caught me again, he would throw the book at me.
I drove on - at 60mph - and he soon turned off, leaving me wondering what the chances of his ever seeing me again in a Transit van were likely to be but sticking to 60mph.
A couple of miles further on, he pulled in behind me from a side road, followed for a short distance and then passed, giving me a huge grin as he did so
[MOTD] It never pays to be a smart-arse to the Police; be polite, factual and succinct and you are much less likely to get grief. [/MOTD]