Tall tale ahead:
A friend of mine from up North used to ride a very large race rep (can't remember exactly what - he had a Hayabusa at one point but I don't think this was it). Late one night he passed a police car doing a brisk 130mph. He knew they wouldn't catch him, but also knew they'd probably clocked his plate. He wound it up to 180 or so and ran for home. As a precaution, when he got home, he very hurriedly took the engine out of the bike and hoisted it onto his workbench in the garage, then went to bed.
Sure enough, an hour later he was woken by a knock on the door. "But it couldn't have been me, officer - my bike's in bits in the garage - come and have a look..."
Puzzlement of Old Bill ensues.