The BFFH weaved amongst the taxis and cars on the taxi hell run from the City Center to the start of the N2… It’s 5pm, rush hour, and the BFFH weaves amongst the taxis and cars on the taxi hell run from the City Center to the start of the N2. The taxis are driving over islands and forcing people off the roads while they duck and dive through the traffic with a total disregard for human life or property. The BFFH hates these taxis as he had had many disputes with them over the years.

Just before the Woodstock turnoff a traffic cop is standing on the side of the road writing out a ticket for a young woman in a citi golf while the taxis weave their way through the almost motionless traffic at high speed, leaving a trail of pi55ed off commuters in their wake.

The BFFH was amazed! Did the cop not see what was happening around him or was the young lady’s fine guaranteed income for their end of year party while the taxis would just laugh him off or shoot him.

Edging closer to the left lane Axel leaned over and shouted “ Do you have any spare tickets to the annual Traffic Cop Ball?”.

The traffic cop scratched his head and muttered.

“What was that?” shouted Axel, pretending to have difficulty hearing inside his helmet.

“TRAFFIC COPS DON’T HAVE BALLS” bellowed the traffic cop across the crowded lanes.

The BFFH and all the commuters burst into laughter while the BFFH edged behind another car to make sure his number plate was well hidden from the view of the now red faced and furious useless official. Even the young lady could not hold back a huge grin although her fine was most probably about to increase because of it.

The B’stard FZR from Hell

^{Every time I accelerate to 5000 rpm in second gear
I get blue flashing lights in my mirrors. Accelerating
to 9000rpm tends to make them go away though.}