Hi,
Ahem! Come and rub up against Barbara at the Xmas Bash. It might be contagious.
Some time ago, she was stopped on the M4, when returning from London. She wound her window down a couple of inches.
Plod demanded that she got out of her car.
Barbara asked for proof of identity.
Plod pointed at himself ... "Uniform!", the pointed at his car ... "Police car!" He didn't show his warrant card, or whatever they have nowadays, so Barbara stayed in her car. Words were exchanged. After quite a few minutes , Plod said .......
" I clocked you at 104mph. Don't let me catch you again!".
He then just disappeared ... she never saw him again.
Three assumptions.
1. He was following her without lights, before he stopped her.
2. He remained parked on the hard shoulder, also without lights.
3. He reversed back to the last slip road ... again without lights.
Or he was a bogus copper.
My last speeding ticket (1964) was on the A1, 1963, before the blanket 70 limit. I was not aware of the police car until he pulled alongside , and
then switched all his lights on. Plod said he'd clocked me for one mile. My minimum speed was 72mph, my maximum speed was 80mph. I was driving a 1959 850cc Minivan containing 5 RAF bods, and their luggage. I went to court, pleaded NOT GUILTY (for reasons to numerous to explain here). Fined £2, and the Beaks apologised for the endorsement, said they had no option.
My first ticket was for doing 70 during Barbara Castle's "blanker" 50 limit ... an energy saving ploy. Fined £4 and endorsed. Yes, I should have seen him.
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PS ... in those days, commercial vehicles (including car-based vans) were limited to 40mph. I once hitched a lift in a JENSEN lorry (Google). He was clocking 70mph through London ... and that was in 1958.