More Thames Valley Time Wasting
Yesterday evening I was strolling past the Magdalen St Cinema, and I saw a police car stopped on the side of the road. It was one of the expensive (for the taxpayer) Omegas, designed for high speed work - not at all over the top for central Oxford, oh no.
Two policemen were stood behind it, writing out tickets of some description for two cyclists whom they had apprehended. The thing is, I can't see what the cyclists could have done wrong - certainly not to the extent that they deserved a fine. Unroadworthy bikes? They looked in better condition than most of the bikes you see in this place. Lack of lights? It wasn't dark enough to warrant them. Cycling down Cornmarket? It was outside the hours of restriction, as far as I know. They had possibly jumped a red light, but cyclists seem to do that all the time; why were they singled out, and why wasn't a warning good enough?
I would have loved to have asked the cops what was going on, but I'd have probably been banged up for the night for wasting police time.
I very much enjoyed celebrating Sam's 18th last night - it was quality and great to see the family. It also turned out not to be the only milestone; the family Volvo made it to the 100,000 mile mark. Sometime after midnight it somehow seemed appropriate to take a ride in the car before the folks left, and watch the odometer reach this important figure. Talk about bizarre.
Yes I know I'm sad.
Two policemen were stood behind it, writing out tickets of some description for two cyclists whom they had apprehended. The thing is, I can't see what the cyclists could have done wrong - certainly not to the extent that they deserved a fine. Unroadworthy bikes? They looked in better condition than most of the bikes you see in this place. Lack of lights? It wasn't dark enough to warrant them. Cycling down Cornmarket? It was outside the hours of restriction, as far as I know. They had possibly jumped a red light, but cyclists seem to do that all the time; why were they singled out, and why wasn't a warning good enough?
I would have loved to have asked the cops what was going on, but I'd have probably been banged up for the night for wasting police time.
I very much enjoyed celebrating Sam's 18th last night - it was quality and great to see the family. It also turned out not to be the only milestone; the family Volvo made it to the 100,000 mile mark. Sometime after midnight it somehow seemed appropriate to take a ride in the car before the folks left, and watch the odometer reach this important figure. Talk about bizarre.
Yes I know I'm sad.
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