On my way back from my lovely ride out this evening, I see the dreaded blues in my mirror... Not having this thinks I, and off I go.
He chases me for a good few miles and a mate of his in another traffic car blocked the road, so I had to stop. Thought about a Stevev McQueen-esque escape, but decided against it.
He wanders up as I get off the bike and he's giving it his best "I'm throwing the book at you" look.
"I've heard every excuse ever devised, yours better be a good one." says he, "Why didn't you stop?"
I look him in his world weary stare and fox him with; "My wife ran off with a traffic cop, and I thought you were bringing the witch back..."
Chased by police
Chased by police
Voted most likely to be found dead in park bushes following an act of autoerotic asphyxiation.
