Real danger on our roads will soon be a sense of rage among 'soft touch' drivers
The night I was pulled over for speeding, I was a lucky man. It was one of those nights where, for no reason whatsoever, you're in a giddy, carefree sort of humour, cruising down the N11 as I was, and looking forward to getting home and cracking open a nice bottle of Montepulciano d'Abruzzo. So when I saw a car on the inside lane I put my foot down just for the hell of it. And as soon as I did, so did he. So I put the foot down a little more. As did he.
At the time, I was going through a love for all things Italian and driving an Alfa Romeo 159 the previous owner had, I discovered later, remapped. It was needlessly fast. So bidding arrivederci, I flew past this guy and within seconds saw the flashing blue lights in the rear view mirror.
We all know the feeling. The immediate sense of dread is quickly replaced by that numbing calm when you realise you're up the creek one way or the other. The garda got out, plainclothes, and took a stroll around the car. Then he tapped on the window and asked for the licence.