A few years ago (living in Brisbane then), four of us went for a bike ride out to Artula for a pub lunch.
Stuffed our faces, had a light beer each and someone suggested a quick blat up to the top of the gap and back.
So off we go and in a few KLM's, we're joined by another rider.
The five of us ripped it up the gap at 10/10ths having a grand ol time.
About half way towards Warwick from the gap, Constable Dibble goes past the opposite way, flicks on the flashing lights, rips a u-turn and comes after us.
We were gunna turn around shortly anyway, so over to the side the 4 of us pull up.
The bloke we didn't know, turned up the wick and kept going.
The cop pulls up and screams through his passenger window, is he with you guys?
My best mate goes, yeah, but you won't catch him.
He screams, you 4 stay here, i'll get him and bring him back in a minute.
So the ol cop commodore fangs off after him and the moment we couldn't see him, we ripped off a u-turn and headed for home.
Never heard from the Mr Plod and life went on.