A brush with the law

After work today I had to pick up my new bike I had won in an online auction. To do this I needed to run 8km collect the bike and cycle a further 2km before tackling the monster hill leading to the house.

Easy plan, or so I thought.

It was a crisp evening so I had on a short sleeved jersey, leggings (which were really cheap so don't fit properly, they're pretty much 3/4 lengths and some Hawaiian shorts). I looked a little silly, but hey, I know like five people and it's dark. No one will see me. I go about 50m before I am stopped and heckled by a group of lads from the rugby. Liam, a southafrican guy couldn't believe I was running in such cold weather. He was still struggling having just moved from Africa to get used to these cold nights.

I took my ribbing and pushed through.

I made the 8km easily enough and picked up my new bike, an avanti atomic. I must have gone about 200m before I passed a parked police car. Bells and whistles went on and the car started to drive towards me. I stopped like a good law abiding citizen to see who they were going for. They got closer, stopped and opened their doors. Bollocks. They were coming for me! I had no lights and no helmet on, $100 fine for each.

Screw that I thought jumped back on the bike and screamed off along the bike track in the nearby park. I slammed into the closest bush I could find, bike on the floor I squatted down low. 

After five minuets or so they were gone. I was left to saddle up again and make my way leasurely home!