I was riding my CB750K1 with it's loud drag pipes one sunny morning a couple of years ago. I rode into a servo (Gas Station) and a scooter guy pulled in beside me. Being the polite chap that I am, I said, "G'Day Mate!" But he just ignored me and walked straight past. Fair enough, i was only being nice to him to save him any embarrassment from riding a POS Poofter girls bike, but if he doesn't wanna be polite to me, then fair enough, up his arse.
We both exited the servo together, and as we crossed an intersection, a motorbike cop who was about to pull into another servo, heard my 750 roaring past and decided to come over and investigate. He pulled me over, told me to wait there, then went after Mr Scooter Man. I'm sitting there #$%*ting myself, as I may have "forgotten" to register this bike, it was very loud, was a tad unroadworthy, and my license address didn't quite match my actual address. Ooops............
I looked up, and Scooter pants is going off tap. He's gesticulating, waving his arms around, and stabbing his index finger at the cop. The cop says something to him, then walks back to me. I say "G'day Mate", and he say's "G'Day", then he proceeds to tell me that Scooter Git is going off his brain, claiming "Police Brutality", says the cop is trampling all over his civil rights, picking on him for no good reason, blah blah blah. I say, "Yeah, he's a rude prick too, I said G'Day to him at the servo and he totally ignored me!"
The cop says "Right, well I'm gonna go back and show him a bit of "Police Brutality", so you better bugger off, and thanks for waiting" I say "No worries mate, have a good day" and off I rode, happy in the knowledge that once again, the world was in balance, and if I ever meet Scooter biitch again, I probably owe him a beer...............