Twas Friday morning (16th), I driving down the A1M doing a fair old speed, though nothing crazy, around 80 to 85ish when I spot in the corner of my eye a van on the bridge above, so as you do, I hit the brakes to slow but I assumed at that point its too late and a nice letter will be winging its way to me, courtesy of her majesties debt collectors... fast forward to today (16 days) and after two anxious weeks i've yet to recieve said fine in the post. Have I been lucky and caught the copper whilst he was eating breakfast, having a snooze?
P.S. Dont speed
P.S. Dont speed
