Driving past a college last night I was forced to take emergency avoiding action as an L-plated female motor-scooterist drove straight out of the college in to the path of my car.
I could have ended her life but I visually scanned her and decided she’d brightened up my journey so much that I let her off with a Paddington Bear Stare.
Brightened up my journey?
Oh yes, check the garb!
* Full-face, dark-visored motorcycle helmet
* Short, zip-up waterproof nylon quilted coat
* Blue jeans, and between the coat and her trousers was
* A vast amount of pale pink flesh and the
* Unmistakable sight of a dayglo-pink coloured thong several inches above her jeans. And on her feet she wore
* A pair of white sandals.
Dressed to protect. Not!
I watched as she wobbled and weaved her way through the traffic.
Not once did she check back, or use her mirrors.
There’s surely room on this planet for people to go to practice before they’re let loose on the rest of the population?
B.