White Horses. 1/3/2006
Over here, policemen riding motorcycles are called ‘White Horses’. The nickname is rather self explanatory, due to the colour of their bikes. These policemen are trained in advanced motorcycle riding techniques, and I happen to know the gentleman who was their trainer. This man was an exceptional rider, and could do things with a motorcycle that would make you stand there in awe with your jaw open.
Somewhere in the city, many years ago, before they re-routed the roads, there was a rather famous s-bend in the road which ran around the main bus terminal, between the bus terminal and the church/Chinese school. This s-bend was at the end of a long straight beginning from the traffic lights, and passing the Jaguar workshop and a playing field on the left. It was entirely possible to scrape stands and pegs on both sides of your motorcycle if you were fast enough, and had balls enough.
One day, after a short shower of rain, a group of us were heading down this road, at a rather anti social speed. If I remember, there were 5 of us. I was, at the time, riding a 4 cylinder Suzuki, which was heavy, and lacked any serious amount of ground clearance, especially with the center stand still mounted. We were approaching this corner, when we suddenly realised that a white horse was passing us on the right, blue light flashing, trying to flag us down. He was the lead escort for some VIP who was fast approaching behind us. We started dropping anchors, trying to best set ourselves up for that s-bend which was now looming large in our visors.
The white horse went past me, realised he had now hopelessly overcooked his approach, and he tried heeling hard over to the left to make the corner. Which he didn’t considering how slippery the road surface was, due to the deposits on the road from the buses using the terminal. The white horse went down in a heap, plastic shattering and metal scraping his way to the side of the road on the other side of the s-bend. We scattered around the the fallen cop, the debris and the bike, coming to a stop a little further along.
We helped the cop up, and picked his white horse up from the middle of the road. He was slightly dazed, and looked blankly at us, asking what the hell had happened. We determined he was ok, and were about to try and remove the police radio from his bike when the rest of the VIP convoy caught up with us, and his buddies arrived.
- Posted in : On the road
- Author : thesnark
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trying to remove the radio set…. hahahaha!
hahahaha, the radio set would have been an asset!