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Anti-laning gathers pace....

Heard plenty of stories from those 10 - 15 years older than me of police escorting them home to witness justice being done with a swift backhander from dad , ironically that age group tended to have a greater respect for police .
 
Heard plenty of stories from those 10 - 15 years older than me of police escorting them home to witness justice being done with a swift backhander from dad , ironically that age group tended to have a greater respect for police .
Yeah our local copper was a village resident , knew our dads & tried to get us to listen to him .He treated us with respect and didn't talk down to us , but theses days.....
But alas he was much more interested in enforcing the premise that all policemen are wankers .
 
An old biking friend of mine, who passed away in 2017 in his 80's had plenty of stories of run-ins with the village copper in the 50's. He had numerous Nortons over the years and a couple of Sunbeams and was chased by and outrun the local plod in his car a few times. Eventually the copper would give up and he'd just go round to his house and wait for him to come home for a right bollocking!
 
Its not just the UK.

Portugal, long seen as a lenient place to follow tracks and trails, has now turned lots of areas in National Parks and made it an offence to drive without a permit.

We are not fashionable, 4x4's are seen as eco-unfriendly and damaging, green laning in UK is heading same way as the dinosaurs.

I think the 'van life' and 'stealth camping' fashion has done us no favours, car parks full of 'wild campers'.......

I suspect we will be pushed further from the centre, with destinations needing to be the further EU countries ie Balkans, but with some countries tarmaccing at a great pace, even countries like Mongolia can now be reached entirely on tarmac dual carriageways.

I was RoW rep for a large land-rover club, did lots with the council, but I quit as so many members saw green lanes as free off-road sites.

I live in Somerset, where all byways are closed to vehicles, being reduced en-masse to restricted byways.
 
Just imagine driving before and during the war. My Dad did not go away to fight as he was a lorry depot foreman for united dairies. He drove all over the south downs on single track roads and never saw anyone. During the battle of Britain he had shell cases raining down on him and in 1944 came accross an ME 109 with a dead kid in the cockpit with a head full of instruments. Later on when Lawrence of Arabia crashed he saw his Brough Superior lying on the side of the road for over a week.
 
Heard plenty of stories from those 10 - 15 years older than me of police escorting them home to witness justice being done with a swift backhander from dad , ironically that age group tended to have a greater respect for police .

LOL.

I've had a few trips home as a 11 year old in the back of a police car.

The words of "wait till I tell your dad" Used to strike the fear of God into the hearts of youngsters back in the day.
 
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Them prices are ’old’ as new prices have been £150 + £20 a day for a long time so something is amiss
 
I couldn't get caught and they didn't want to catch me i suppose because we both knew there was nobody at home if they did .

I'm thinking on one story when the copper left satisfied after a mate got a thick ear from his dad but the second clout on the other ear hurt more being unexpected "because he got caught" :lol:
 
We had a village policeman .....
He knew who we were , what bikes/cars we had and what were legal.... we were taken on training rides by the local Bike traffic cops.... we broke many minor laws and were given a telling off or a "producer" at the local main police station.... and he knew our Dads ...

We over took the local copper at about 100mph on a country road on our 250 and 350 RD's ....he was on a local police Honda 175 .... an hour later he rode past us parked at the local village hall ....let us know he knew it was us and told us not to be *icks ....

Another time the usual crew of about 6 of us having our own mini GP came onto a straight bit of road only to find him standing in the middle of the road holding his arm up .... being on a tuned 350LC I was going 50mph at least over the limit and truth be told probably couldn't have stopped ... I rode past without backing off as did the rest of the crew apart from the last one on his DT175MX ..... he had to drop a gear as he went past slower than the rest of us.... next time we saw the policeman he just said " FFS just stop next time "

Same copper a few years later and the Toyota Corrolla driven by a mate with about 6 others of us crammed inside has failed in the rain to make a R/H bend and is now on it's side in a ditch with the previous occupants trying to get it back on the road.... the fact the owner had recently given it a paint job with a big brush and white emulsion that was now liberally coating the 7 teenagers pushing it back on it's wheels must have added to the sight as he came up the road...... he slowed down in his patrol car ...took in the scene and with a shake of the head drove off

Thing is in our village there was little or no theft , vandalism , drugs or serious crime and we would all report anything amiss to the village copper .... different times but also a different way of policing that wasn't led by a politically motivated local crime commissioner and command structure ..... we never did anything serious because there was a good chance we would be caught .... today rural crime is low on the political priority list and there are no rural police any way so the chances of getting caught are very small and even then the chance of the CriminalProtectionService taking a case to court even smaller....
 
Same , almost nothing was legal but there was no crime at all . When my sisters best mate ran her over after an argument the whole village came out and we couldn't get the car off her so police , ambulance , fire brigade arrived mob handed . Copper told me the next day he had walked the whole village and nobody had seen a thing .
 
Just imagine driving before and during the war. My Dad did not go away to fight as he was a lorry depot foreman for united dairies. He drove all over the south downs on single track roads and never saw anyone. During the battle of Britain he had shell cases raining down on him and in 1944 came accross an ME 109 with a dead kid in the cockpit with a head full of instruments. Later on when Lawrence of Arabia crashed he saw his Brough Superior lying on the side of the road for over a week.

That Brough Superior has entered folklore as the Holy Grail of British bikes, it disappeared after the crash, there have been a few claims of people having it, but in reality probably long gone. There was an episode of 'Lovejoy' about it.
 
It was restored and is currently privately owned but has been on display to the IWM in London.
 
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