riding into work with the nodders, up sloane st to the junction of brompton road and knightsbridge, commence with operation practice trackstand at every light I come to, and its going well, apart from a couple of little wobbles. Hear a motorbike pull up behind me and some muttered comments, decide not to look over shoulder but turn comments in my head into "god thats amazing balancing on a stationary bike cool!"
Lights over the way change letting traffic roll down sloane st, but mine are still red, there's no traffic coming across the junction so I roll away up towards kensington road, pleased that I've held me trackstand for so long, when I get a beep on a horn behind me, look over my shoulder and see two motorcycle cops shaking their heads at me.
Fuck! Make the decision not to run, and slowly roll up the road, waiting for them to pull me over and to get either a lecture about them having to scrape me off road, or a fine, or both.
Coppers come through the lights, ride up beside me and tell me to look over my shoulder before jumping lights, and they were admiring my trackstanding skills, even with the couple of wobbles, both smiling and joking, and I wave them merrily on their way.
RESULT! No Fine. No Lecture. And Operation Trackstand at every light was a success. Made my day.
riding into work with the nodders, up sloane st to the junction of brompton road and knightsbridge, commence with operation practice trackstand at every light I come to, and its going well, apart from a couple of little wobbles. Hear a motorbike pull up behind me and some muttered comments, decide not to look over shoulder but turn comments in my head into "god thats amazing balancing on a stationary bike cool!"
Lights over the way change letting traffic roll down sloane st, but mine are still red, there's no traffic coming across the junction so I roll away up towards kensington road, pleased that I've held me trackstand for so long, when I get a beep on a horn behind me, look over my shoulder and see two motorcycle cops shaking their heads at me.
Fuck! Make the decision not to run, and slowly roll up the road, waiting for them to pull me over and to get either a lecture about them having to scrape me off road, or a fine, or both.
Coppers come through the lights, ride up beside me and tell me to look over my shoulder before jumping lights, and they were admiring my trackstanding skills, even with the couple of wobbles, both smiling and joking, and I wave them merrily on their way.
RESULT! No Fine. No Lecture. And Operation Trackstand at every light was a success. Made my day.