I found this story (written by a guy who often does trip reports ) in a local motorcycle magazine, and the following was part of his report about visiting a motorcycle rally in one of our neighbouring countries :
"One of the nice things about visiting different places in Africa, is the stories the locals tell. My favourite for the weekend was Fuzzy's story about a few of the boys on a breakfast run. They all ride the litre class superbikes, and because there is no traffic, they ride everywhere at over 200 km/u.
On a Sunday morning they were tearing along the road when Mr. Plod jumped into the road and stopped them for speeding. The radar gun showed that they had been doing 220 km/u. With much muttering and shaking of heads the cops informed the lads that the fine was the equivalent of ZAR30 (less than USD4.00)
Fuzzy says to the cops: "You must fine us double because we are coming back this way again and when we come back, we don't want you to stop us."
"Thank you Sir" said the cop and diligently wrote two tickets.
The lads continued the trip, and half an hour came flying back again at 250 km/u. Having done their duty, the cops were waiting for the return - and as the boys rode through, the cops were leaping up and down like lunatics, going mad at the side of the road - screaming encouragement and making go faster signs to the bikers."
