Baph

I've just been out to fit mirror extenders to my K6 as I'm sick of the sight of my elbows.

Whilst I'm fitting them (taking all of 10mins to slowly do it), there's folks walking backwards & forwards & not battering an eyelid.

Whilst I'm thinking to myself "This is pretty typical of modern society, I'm tinkering with my bike, and no-one second guesses what I'm doing, for all they know, I could be tampering with it preparing to lift it later," what happens?

That's right, Plod pulls up & gives a short "toot" of the siren. I look up at them, then carry on with what I'm doing. You've got to bare in mind here that I'm just wearing jeans & a top at this point, and freezing my butt off because I couldn't be bothered to put my bike jacket on.

"Excuse me sir, is that your vehicle?" comes the question over the fence. Why yes, it is, can I help you? After an explanation, they jump on the radio, pass my registration details, then apologise profusely for interrupting me.

So I cheerily explained that it wasn't a bother, and it was good to see someone taking an interest in what someone is doing to a bike that's parked up all day.

Goes to show, taxes are put to good use sometimes.