I heard of an old and bold ex Spitfire pilot who landed his Corby homebuilt on the highway outside a roadhouse on the Nullarbor. While he was refuelling (Mogas of course) the Highway Patrol turned up. Being a firm believer in the old adage Attack is the best form of defence, he hastened to request an escort back to the airstrip, "to save him from having to push it all the way back out there again". The officers were happy to oblige this nice old gent with a lights and siren escort to the airfield.