FWOTY?

What a lovely day... just joining the A1 south and up she comes )

It would have been rude not to join the traffic on one wheel wouldn't it?

 

Using the patented Mavis Beacon "Hunt&Peck" Technique, Monz

Ah, now see, I thought the "W" stood for something else, and I was
thinking "Waaaaaay TMI".

--
Wicked Uncle Nigel - Podium Placed Ducati Race Engineer as featured in
Performance Bikes and Fast Bikes

WS* GHPOTHUF#24 APOSTLE#14 DLC#1 COFF#20 BOTAFOT#150 HYPO#0(KoTL) IbW#41
SBS#39 OMF#6 Enfield 500 Curry House Racer "The Basmati Rice Burner",
Honda GL1000K2 (On its hols) Kawasaki ZN1300 Voyager "Oh, Oh, It's so big"
Suzuki TS250 "The Africa Single" Yamaha Vmax Honda ST1100 wiv trailer

 

Would you believe me if I said yes?

 

I suppose riding a Trials bike wouldn't count?

If it does, I did a few ...

 

I have photographic proof of Spete doing a, as they call them here,
"mono"... Really.

If he'd been here on 1st Jan he'd have lofted one on one of the DR-Zs again,
without a doubt...

Dave

 

Yeah, on my Kona.

 

Don't think so, I've done several every day since though. I did
however, catch the bollocking of my life from a traffic cop last
Thursday.

To me, it was a simple straight line wheelie, of about 100mtrs, which
took advantage of a lane closure and a slight bend in the 2 lane urban
clearway.

Plod saw it slightly differently.

It happened on the way home from work, during rush hour. The roads were
wet, a fine misty rain was falling, temperatures were low, and it was
dark. I'd been pleased with my progress through our roadwork choked
city centre, but was a bit peeved at getting stuck 3 cars back from a
set of new temporary lights.

Looking ahead, once past the lights, the inside lane opened up and the
road curved slightly to the left, giving me a straight line to blast up
the inside of the cars ahead of me.

The lights went green, and as I cleared them, I adjusted my course and
hoisted the front, undertaking the cars ahead of me, and crossing the
white line twice.

Ha! Happy with my skylarking, I pushed it a bit round the hairpin at
the end of the dual, and screamed down to the next tight set of esses.

Then I heard the sirens in the distance. As I hadn't done anything
majorly wrong for at least the last 500mtrs, I didn't think they were
for me, and continued on in the traffic with one eye on the mirror,
ready to pull over for some emergency vehicle to pass.

The blue lights appeared in the mirror, atop a rapidly closing Volvo.

Too late for evasive action, I was worried but hopeful, as I pulled
over with the other cars to allow the Volvo through.

Heh, the cop asked "Did you enjoy that?"
"Enjoy what?" I replied.
"DID YOU ENJOY THAT?" he reprised, somewhat louder than previously.
"Enjoy what?" I asked again.
"The wheelie past the station, while undertaking 3 cars." he said
angrily. "We were 2 cars behind you when you did it."
"Oh, ahh, yes, that." I said with my most apologetic look.
"Yes that! It was stupid. Why did you do it?"
"umm?"
"WHY DID YOU DO IT?"
"Umm, honestly? For thrills I suppose." The remark seemed to throw him
a little.
"How long have you had a motorcycle licence?" he asked.
"Umm?"
"Come on, how long have you had a motorcycle licence? 2 or 3 years?"
"Umm, more like 15 years at a guess."

From here on, the attitude of both coppers changed from 'formal but
angry' to 'informal and angry'.

They bollocked me about my dangerous driving, in the middle of the
city, during rush hour, in the dark, who I could've killed, why I
shouldn't have done it, how easily they could take my licence away, and
finished with telling my how I can't wheelie in this cold wet weather
anyway. All of this was liberally embellished with swear words.

I knew once the swearing started I was going to get away with it, so
just kept my gob shut and took my bollocking like a man, apologising
where it was needed.

In future, if I hear sirens, I'm gone.

 

Sweet. Yer a wise man.

This too ;-)

 

Jan 2nd at midday on the Cwmbran M4 slip road.

 

Yep; that's the pivotal point in any cop/rider exchange. Only that way
round, mind.

 

You lucky fucker. Looks like the fairy is looking after you again.

 

I'll have you know I was in Italy, looking after Luigi....

 

Those fairies are good, they've helped me a few times.

 

This is the advice JP gave me many years ago when he came up my house on one
of his scrounging sorties. It's the only way.