So I was pulled over Sunday night whilst cutting a few laps around town looking for friends, first time I've ever been pulled over in almost two years of riding (minus roadside breath tests). It didn't bother me at all, it's his job after all. The thing that bothered me was the amount of things I was doing wrong. Let me give you a quick run down. - Speeding, although not intentional it turns out the road I was on turns from 60km/h to 50km/h (there wasn't any visible signs saying so, so I continued at 60km/h) - I wasn't displaying my P plates. Ever since I was on my learners I was replacing plates faster than I was filling my bike with fuel, so I just didn't bother. - I wasn't carrying my license. I lost it at the pub a week back, not replacing it as I'm being issued a new one at the end of this month. So yeah, a revenue raisers heaven.. right? I knew I was in the wrong and wouldn't argue about it. This is where I gained a new respect for the local police, or at very least this police officer. First things first, he pulled me over and waited until my helmet was off and I was off my motorcycle, he asked how I was and started chatting about my bike. Apparently he used to own a DRZ400 that he misses every day. He gave me a breath test and asked for my license.. I sighed and said I lost it not long ago. He asked my name and if the bike was in my name (it is) went back to his car and sat for a few minutes. He didn't even mention another word about my lost license. He then popped his head out the window and asked where my plates were, I explained the situation and he told me as much as I hate it, I'd need plates otherwise I would be fined.. I said I'd go to BP and grab one if he wanted to follow.. he nodded and told me that's fine and he'd give me the benefit of the doubt. Last but not least he mentioned my speed and before I could explain he pointed out where I should be slowing down as there isn't any signs for some odd reason. He asked what my plans for the rest of the night were and I told him I was having a few beers with mates but all the bottle shops were shut (8:45pm on a Sunday) he told me that IGA was open until 9pm and wished me a safe ride. I was in such a good mood after this, I didn't drink but continued to ride until about 2:30am Monday morning. I've got a new found respect for the police in my area.