Victor: 1. Police: 0.

While riding through the desert of Peru, in the middle of no where, I passed a truck. I saw a police car.
Until this point the police had never stopped us. But I knew if they stopped us, it would only be for money because you all know that I, Victor Manual Sanchez who rides a BMW (insert trumpet sounds here please) never, ever, ever, violate traffic rules.
Both police officers crossed the road making signals for me to stop. At 130 km an hour I did not feel like stopping. I returned their signals with confusing hand gestures and drove by them. Apparently they did not like my response. They jumped into their car to pursue me with sirens and flashing lights. I knew I could easily outride them but, being the good citizen I am, stopped to allow them to catch up.
I decided that the best way to handle the situation was to attack. I told the first police officer that I was a Canadian police officer and they should not stop me. I denied their allegation of having committed a traffic violation and asked for their badge id.
They refused to comply with my "request" so I wrote their licence plate numbeer onto a piece of paper. The second police officer said he had respect for the RCMP and "between police officers we should not do such things." I agreed to destroy the paper with their licence plate number and they let me go.