When I were a boy… I had a Zip Silverstone 125 gearbox kart , which went like stink, and scared the crap out of me . One day i was going down our lane fairly briskly , on the pipe, ( t'was savage! ) and stepping out a bit , around a bend …….and crashed head on into the local Copper on his noddy bike , coming the other way , knocking him off it ! Ripped the knees and elbows out of his uniform and wasn't best pleased with me .
Never grassed me up to my Dad though, 