19-09-12, 11:37 AM
I had a similar experience when I was 16. Was pillion on a mate's scooter and went to visit his girlfriend. Needless to say I soon got bored while he was "busy" and borrowed the scoot for a tootle round the cul-de-sac. Next thing I know I am at the main road and going a bit too fast to stop and turn back, so, a quick whizz up the road and back............................... what could possibly go wrong?
Well, nothing, actually and filled with a whole 5 minutes of biking confidence I turned back intending to return the bike, but, well just a bit further.........................then..........................
Parked in a lay-by was one of those big fat evil looking police bikes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well I rode confidently by and escaped his attentions but then realised I had to get back past him to return the bike. Gave it a few minutes and rode back in my best confident and competent style past him. Even gave him a little nod. Phew! Done it.................then......................... the sound of a foc-off big motorbike alongside me with the dreaded gloved hand signalling me to pull over.
Coughed to no licence/insurance etc and he made me push it back to the house where he grilled my mate Dan, the owner.
Poor sod, if he said I stole it he knew it was serious for me but in saying he knew I had it he was also guilty.
We both went to court, which terrified us, but taught us a valuable lesson.
Well, nothing, actually and filled with a whole 5 minutes of biking confidence I turned back intending to return the bike, but, well just a bit further.........................then..........................
Parked in a lay-by was one of those big fat evil looking police bikes !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well I rode confidently by and escaped his attentions but then realised I had to get back past him to return the bike. Gave it a few minutes and rode back in my best confident and competent style past him. Even gave him a little nod. Phew! Done it.................then......................... the sound of a foc-off big motorbike alongside me with the dreaded gloved hand signalling me to pull over.
Coughed to no licence/insurance etc and he made me push it back to the house where he grilled my mate Dan, the owner.
Poor sod, if he said I stole it he knew it was serious for me but in saying he knew I had it he was also guilty.
We both went to court, which terrified us, but taught us a valuable lesson.
I used to not give a foc, then I discovered Red Bull and now I don't give a flying foc !!!