Bermuda's drivers and The Man

One of the well-known but little-discussed things dealing with drivers in Bermuda is that we're always warning each other when the police are out and about doing their spot-checks.

Example: today riding home, a car approaches me and he flickers his headlights quickly. I don't know the driver or the car so the obvious conclusion is that there's a police checkpoint further along the road. Yep. Exactly.

Mind you, it's a bit odd that there's a police checkpoint happening on a Sunday morning at about 12 noon. Ah well. I don't make the decisions.

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