Routine Roadside Inspections

As it was such a glorious day and i spent most of yesterday cleaning, polishing my bike, I thought id go for a blast around, Just as im about to pull out onto the main road, this guy pulls up next to me and say they are doing random stops up there mate, I pull off into the road, and sure enough just before the main round-a-bout, the local gendarmerie step out and flag me in, There i am in my Jeans, T-shirt, trainers, my trusty Shoei and my gloves, im thinking im going to get a lecture here. The officer walks over, and says they are carrying out routine roadside inspections, No probs, they check the bike over, and check the bikes registration through there computer system, all’s in order then he says we are carrying out emission checks as well sir and we would like to test your bike, Okey Dokey, and a inbred comes along and starts to insert the probe into the rear of my extremely hot exhaust nearly giving himself 3rd degree burns in the process, i can see that this is going to be a long stop Then he asks the ultimate question “is it a Diesel or petrol sir”, the Policeman just glared at him and apologised, says “it’s a ******* Motorbike” to the inbred and “how can it be a Diesel”. Apologises and says on your way sir, It made me laugh, you can imagine that this Policeman had properly thought he was onto a good number working with these guys, nice and sunny, Warm and no hassle, when i left him he looked like he had a blinding headache and was developing a nervous twitch.