17th April 2010
So, I got the bike running, made another oil change with clean filter. It was still chugging and stalling so I thought in my infinite wisdom that it needed to be ridden slowly to give it a run in. I didnt want to do this on the road in case it went horribly wrong, i coudnt rev it for ages in the garages as the residents would all complain and get me in trouble with the police. So, (here is the part where I am a cock) i pushed the bike to the dirt bowl a short trip from my house. Take note that i saw lots of chavs on nicked scooters blasting up and down a farmers field and the terrace of cottages there. I mutter a few 'bloody chav giving us bikers a bad name' comments and get to where i wanted to be, a deep pit with high earth banks all round and no houses, people or walkers to upset. Its an old landfill site in the middle of nowhere. Lid on and all the safety kit, I look up to see all the chavs in the distance leave. Perfect.
The bike was still stalling, aaarrgh. So after a few minutes i dismount, put the bike on the stand. Lid off, sit down and ponder my solutions to the bike issues. At which point I see two Police Community Support Offers (PCSO's) walking my way.
Again, (like a cock) i thought they wanted to talk to me about the chavs on nicked scooters and mini motos. I recognised them both and all was friendly. Especially when they said its not me they were after and that I was not causing a nuisance...........right up until they radioed in my registration and said I might be given a section 59 warning. NOT GOOD!!!!!! They told me that if i didnt hear anything in two weeks i would be clear.
After this we chatted about the neighbourhood crime, life, universe and my neighbours horses which we were standing near. All while they puffed on their cigarettes.They then cave me permission to ride my bike home.
Lucky escape....or so i thought.....see my forthcoming blog for the 13th May 2010 for the kick in the nuts.
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