Nope. Copper chased me down the M11 for over 3 miles apparently.
Once stopped he read me the riot act. The blood drained from my face and my life flashed before my eyes etc.
I had recently lost my job of 20 years which was 5 minutes from home, and felt lucky to have found another job 17 miles from home;
So, as far as I was concerned I had just blown that and was going to be back on the scrapheap, possibly for evermore.
Once the copper calmed down a bit I told him this, but also that there was no one to blame but myself, so I had to take it on the chin.
I shall never forget what he said after that - "Look mate, I ride bikes myself and understand the temptations, but you cant go riding at that speed on public roads. This country is shit enough to live in these days, without having your livelyhood taken away from you. If you promise me you will learn a lesson and slow down, I will call it 95 and you get 3 points and £60. Are you happy with that ?"
I was so happy I nearly burst into tears.
I kept my promise for as long as I could, then when I started to weaken, I sold the bike and havent had another one since.
I had a good run of about thirty years, and just about survived. It was time to grow up a bit and quit while I was ahead.