I was at a mates house near Glasgow when a copper knocked on the door and asked if we knew who the car outside belonged to, as it didn't have a current tax disc. I explained about the BFG thing, but he still wanted to do me for having no tax! I think he eventually radio'd his control and was told to wind his neck in.

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I was at a mates house near Glasgow when a copper knocked on the door and asked if we knew who the car outside belonged to, as it didn't have a current tax disc. I explained about the BFG thing, but he still wanted to do me for having no tax! I think he eventually radio'd his control and was told to wind his neck in.

A similar thing happened to me in Ipswich, a cop on the beat stopped me and warned me about not having a tax disc on the left on the left hand corner of the windscreen. Never said a word after I pointed to the right hand corner of the windscreen.
Not far from there I was cooling out one day with a lady friend, when I noticed a cop car pulled up behind me, after about five minutes the cop came forward and asked me if I knew the registration number of my car. Down in London , cooling out again about 2.30 am Monday morning,when I was approached by the cops asking for a leave pass from my unit in Germany. GW253B attracted too much attention for my liking.

Didn't work for me. Once on leave in the UK I tried getting away without buying a parking ticket. The parking Nazis still got the fine through to me in BFG

I can remember having German plates for my old shed of an MG Maestro. MI:PE677.

I also remember being stopped by a snowdrop for ID at Bruggen when I was stationed there. I didnt have a taxdisc on display (I hadn't got one) and the snowdrop asked me for a proof of posting as I blagged that I had sent off my docs to the BFG office. Thankfully I had a proof of posting for a parcel that I had sent earlier that week. The writing was barely legible so I showed it to him, he accepted it and I got away with it.

Remember hammering down the outside lane of the A1 wondering why all these cars were on the inside lane and why FFS didn't they get a move on... didn't they have a ferry to catch etc etc..

Arrived at the front of the queue only to find a jam butty poodling along at 59 mph... cue rapid deceleration from Mach 1, (Ok 85 ish but this was in the early eighties and were talking a fiesta here) hoping that the incumbents of the said jam butty hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.

Then whilst wondering whether I'd done enough to get away with it and trying to pretend that I was a conscientious driver, I pulled into the inside lane and promptly cut up said jam butty.

Can still see those incredulous faces shaking their collective heads in the rear view mirror. :D :D

Oh yes almost forgot CET 61B - Ford Fiesta Ghia.

I remember them well, and they obvously weren't interested in being PC, as my Brother had 'SS' 123 B' and mine was 'VD' 832 B', I also vaguely remember the Begium plates were the same black and white, but theirs had the B at the front...

Actually can remember those plates did 'save my bacon'..
Had short notice posting from Soest to Colly in the early eighties, and was caught speeding in my Audi 100 5E, the Copper pulled me and was totally confused by the plates, I was road legal and told him I got confused with the speedo being in 'K's and couldn't work out the right speed.
He marked my speedo with a chinagraph at 50kmh so I would know I was doing 30mph, and sent me on my way.. Happy days!

Pad brat, 1981, dad's new tax-free escort get's its BFG plates only to have kid point at said plate and snigger bevis and butthead stylie:

VD - your car's got VD dad! Hur hur hurrrrrrrrrrrrr!

The member of the Tech QM's staff at XIV (Sneaky Beaky) in Celle around 1985/6 had BRA 38 B on his SAAB. An attention getter but not too clever considering that he used to park up regularly in the woods just off the main Celle - Hohne road where the naughty ladies (?) plied their trade.