Saturday. Brand new Street 675. Perfect riding weather. Found an amazing string of twisties in the Royal National Park I never knew existed before, then took the sea bridges route for the first time ever and marvelled at the view. I was just coming into town, glancing at the Triple's ever-surprising instrumentation, and thought to myself "the only thing that could possibly spoil this now, short of a sudden violent death, is a speeding ticket.". When, cresting the next hill, shone forth the NSW Police sign: _______________________ POLICE NOW TARGETING [ seatbelt use ] _______________________ For some reason, I laughed so hard inside my helmet, I still don't know if I wet my pants. That is all.