'The M40 tales'
Many moons ago, not long after passing my class 1 I was working for DFDS in Birmingham. They convinced me (somehow) to cover a contract down in Winersh (Reading for the unfamilier). Customers own wagon, 2 trips to heathrow freight per shift. Midday start so normally 2 or 3 am by the time I finished. Now being a
tight poor youngster I found it easier coming back home to Solihull every night, although my transport was an ex racing ZZR1100 at the time with just a hole cut in the fairings for head and tail lights to make it road legal (otherwise unchanged from it's race days).
Got pulled clocked at 125 around Warwick services, copper was a nice enough bloke and warned me he'd book me next time but as we were the only moving vehicles for miles he'd let me off. Next night passed the same copper doing about 110 and pulled in the services for a pee. walk out same copper waiting by my bike! OH sh1t I thought. Had a laugh about not being able to catch up due to a problem with his car and was waiting for a replacement in the services.
Long and short he told me if he caught me he'd make sure the book was thrown at me so me being the sarcy get I am told him he wouldn't catch me

so we struck a deal... If he caught me he'd do me, if he didn't he wouldn't bother again! Great I thought to myself, best make sure he don't then... following week doing about a ton spotted him creeping up behind me so knocked it down and went for it, chest to the tank. His headlights went very small very quickly in my mirrors

I won't say how high up the speedo I got but every time I saw him afterwards he just put his thumb up.