
A friend of mine was doing his usual couriering job (fifteenth year), and on this particular day he was sandwiched line astern between one biker up front and a police rider (note rider not biker) behind. Now the bike up ahead had just ‘contravened a mandatory direction sign’ (i.e. by going around a bollard the wrong way) and my friend quite rightly assumed that when his mirrors were flashing with blues that this was for the biker up ahead. Wrong. “Pull over there will you?â€
Doing so promptly and giving the copper sufficient space to park and dismounting with due diligence and respect, he was told, “Your brake light is defectiveâ€. He replies, “Oh, thanks. I’ll get that sorted right now. They’re always popping; I do these at least 2-3 times a yearâ€, (this I can personally attest to) and proceeds to get on the blower to the bike shop just 10 minutes away and asks them to prep a replacement for him as he’s en route. The officer however is not impressed and says, “Er, before you get on the phone to your mates and leave me stood here like an idiot, I’ll tell you how this is going to beâ€.
He proceeds to put said bike on a prohibition order for a faulty brake system. For a switch, a FAULTY BRAKE SYSTEM! He was not permitted to ride it an inch further, rather he had to have the bike towed to the garage and re MOTd. But since he’d not get a tow and make the station all before 17:30, he’d have to wait until the morning for this. So he also had to hire a bike that afternoon to get home to Watford and the thing was a little ropey. So ropey in fact that the following morning as he returned the bike and collect his bike with a nice fresh MOT, the thing coughed and stalled for the umpteenth time and in the ensuing battle against gravity, he managed to scratch the tank a tad, which cost him £150 to have re-sprayed.
So in all, the whole episode cost our courier a total of two half days of work and £250 of his hard-earned cash – all for a £5 brake light switch that would have been fixed in 10 minutes.
Discretion, as with common sense it seems, is something this particular ‘copper’ chose to ignore.