About 20 years ago I was riding someone else’s bike from a pub to a party because he didn’t know where the party was (he got a lift). I was really stitched up because his bike was a wreck with no lights and worn-out tyres. I discovered this after the cars had left.
Part-way there I came across a minor road accident which involved a police presence. I was horrified – there I was, full of beer and riding someone else’s unilluminated bike at about 11.30 p.m. I was in teaching at the time and the local paper’s headlines were flashing before my eyes.
Fortunately, the officer who addressed me clearly had better things to do:-
“Excuse me sir, your front light does not seem to be working. Don’t you think you would be better off riding on the pavement?”
“Thank you offisher,” I replied, “I’ll do that and I’ll deal with it ash shoon as I get home.”