There I was, minding my own business, in singlet and shorts, reading NetRider, when there was a very official sounding knock at the front door. I opens the door to find two large and serious looking policemen! One of the police then says to me:"You've had a motorbike accident?" "Who, me?" sez I. It turns out that someone on a motorbike had run into the back of a car, picked themselves up and buggered off. Trouble was, and how I got involved, the rider's bike had a number plate CU202. Now this was the rego plate that I had on my Z50 Honda for many years, before switching to hysterical plate, but, for whatever reason, it was still listed on the RMS computer system under my name. The cops seemed quite happy with my story and left, apologising for disturbing me, and now, half an hour later, my heart rate seems like it's got back to normal. It's funny what a conscience, guilty or not, can do to you.