Christmas Day, 7pm, riding home through Pottergate, Norwich. Nobody about, streets are dead quiet. I get to the Micawbers pub and two yoof are held against the wall by two cops. I ride into the underpass, speed up to get up the other side, get to the top and turn right, and five armed policemen and an alsatian turn to look at me. The cops machine guns are being carried at waist height so the muzzles are pointing at me. I veer right, and skirt round them, nobody says a word, off I pedal.
A festive "Oh Shit" moment..
Christmas Day, 7pm, riding home through Pottergate, Norwich. Nobody about, streets are dead quiet. I get to the Micawbers pub and two yoof are held against the wall by two cops. I ride into the underpass, speed up to get up the other side, get to the top and turn right, and five armed policemen and an alsatian turn to look at me. The cops machine guns are being carried at waist height so the muzzles are pointing at me. I veer right, and skirt round them, nobody says a word, off I pedal.