I was resigned to selling my bikes after the police bust. I can’t say I was happy about it, but I was getting my head around cycling and maybe triathlon again.
The copper said there was a chance I could do an awareness course, but Mr Google said I couldn’t. I was expecting big points. Even at the bare minimum of 3, I was still thinking I should probably sell my bikes to be on the safe side.
I got my letter off the coppers today.
3 points, £100 fine.
Or no points and a £79 awareness course!
Let me think about that for a second.
GET IN!
So chuffed.
It’s not a done deal just yet, the plod can withdraw the offer right up until me completing the course (booked it immediately, it’s on the 27th January) but it’s odds on I’ll just do the course.
Now I have to keep my sensible head on. Another bust means pushbike.
In other bike news, Nathan has pranged his bike. Lost it under brakes. He’s OK, but oddly he managed to smash his clocks and headlight bracket without damaging his front end. Apparently it slid under a crash barrier, the headlight and clocks did not.
I ordered some replacement second hand bits and fitted them today.
I’ve still got an issue with the indicator coming on but not flashing.
Lisa, who obviously didn’t take it well, has taken me up on what I said when he first got the bike, upgrade the tyres. She’s buying him a decent front tyre for xmas. I’ve ordered the rear as well, Nath’s paying for that. Hopefully I’ll fix his indicator and get the tyres fitted tomorrow so he’s back on the road. It’s been costing him £18 each way in a taxi. The lesson here is; don’t crash!
Me going on about Nath crashing has been a source of cheap amusement for Wendy, at least. It does feel hypocritical, me saying don’t crash.
Bikes, eh?
Later,
Buck.