That's what I said. I feel I have to put this on the record. Yesterday I, and a few riders, with me had an encounter with one of Victoria Police's finest, and I can say that with no sarcasm whatsoever. Out riding to the northwest of Melbourne over some little-known backroads, and coming home we pulled onto a major highway. I had clocked the white tourer fairing a long way off, so I was a bit surprised when we were ushered to a roadside stop (lights, no siren). Still had that sinking feeling even though I was sure I was under the limit. You never know what you're gonna get, do you? Well, he had the decency to put us at ease straight away buy explaining his mission, which was a response to the bad week for bikes around Easter. License, rego check, bit of a talk which included some quite good advice, no talking down to us at all. Business-like, and he didn't miss a thing including a couple of slightly questionable details on two of the bikes, but then he advised how to get 'em fixed (!) without the lesson getting all expensive on us. The bloke was a genuine enthusiast, and we ended up having a good yack about bikes. It's not often I can say my encounters with plod have included good advice on how to tackle the local race track (!). Proper gentleman, and I wish they all left us better off than when we started. Thank you, sir.