some days back i was stopped by an lta officer for having an exhaust system that's too loud.
i'd just left school and was gliding down the slope to the kap traffic light between the cars when i passed by the officer. he turned to look at me as i went past. after i made the u-turn and saw him following me in the rear view mirror with his lights on, i immediately went through the list of illegal parts i had. oh hang on, i haven't done anything illegal to the bike, so what the fuck...? and then i remembered my helmet. shit.
he came up next to me and beeped his horn. i turned over and saw a white helmet with sunglasses smiling and giving me a nod. so we stopped at the nearest bus stop. i turned off my ignition, put down the side stand, and was about to get off when he appeared by my side.
him: good morning, sir.
me: morning officer.
him: can i see the papers for your exhaust pipes?
me: ... err, officer, they're original.
him: har! original ah! wah this bike good ar!
me: (: thank you sir.
him: okay, thank you sir.
and he walked away.
i waited till he rode off and before going on my way. two junctions later i realised i'd forgotten to restrap my helmet and stopped at the next bus stop to do that, lest i got stopped again like a twat.
