The scene: My saddlesore 1000 attempt.
The situation: Approaching an intersection in rural Rajasthan, about 600 km from my start point, a bit drowsy, I approach an intersection on the highway and see a badly parked truck blocking my field of view. A good long blast on the klaxon that I was using as a horn. Everybody looks up to see the source of the exuberant howl.
Including the cops who are manning a checkpoint at the intersection. I am waved over.
Sub Inspector (Clearly, has not seen a fully kitted rider before): Is that horn allowed in Mumbai (looking at the number plate)
Me: No, but I use it on the highway for safety reasons (point out the truck)
SI: Where have you come from?
SI (some surprise):When did you leave?
SI (shocked): And where are you going?
Me: Mumbai, have to reach by midnight
SI (Taking a step back): You can't go just like that. You have to have tea with us!