Jedi days

Yesterday I ducked around the corner on my bicycle to pick up my laundry.

Being all back streets and lanes, this 500m route does not require a helmet IMHO.

Of course a couple of the local wallopers cruising the back lanes of Waterloo for drug deals and break & entries stopped me, probably to relieve their boredom. 

They both got out of their Commodore.

“Do you know why we pulled you over?” says Plod 1.

I feigned complete ignorance. It never pays to pre-justify their prejudices.

“It’s a requirement to wear a helmet at all times whilst cycling …. [Insert short lecture on the near-shark attack like dangers of cycling]”.

I noted the backstreet nature of the short journey to reunite me and my smalls.

They had a mini-confab about the merits of booking me versus giving me a warning.

So I thought I’d push the issue a little.

“These are not the droids you are looking for”, complete with hand movements.

Plod 2 burst out laughing. Said he’d been waiting years for some clown to use that line.

I got off with a non-stern warning.