The Long Game

What’s the chances?

On the weekend I had cause for playing with my bike bell, the one long-hidden under my seat.

This caused it to be a little loose in its fixings, which in turn meant that I had to play with it to stop it jangling.

As a result, just yesterday, I imagined a conversation with a copper that had pulled me over for the absence of the same.

And there it was. I willed it into existence.

Today, just outside the QVB I pulled up at the lights (as you do these days) and stopped right next to a motorcycle cop.

He looked me up and down and asked me where my bell was.

I stated that it was under my seat and then reached under my bum to ring it as evidence of my veracity.

He smiled and told me that it has to be on the handlebars. I doubt that is written into the act.

And that was it. No fine. Hardly a warning.

But the long game paid off.