unwelcome photo!
Posted: 07 Jan 2023 20:42
Around one mid-day, during that recent bitingly cold snap last month, I was en route to see an ill friend of mine. Hardly any traffic about, light dusting of powdery snow/frost on the road, a very low sun and my mind not entirely focussed on my driving. Unfortunately, a speed camera happened to be very focussed on me!
First I knew about it was a letter a few days later informing me that Northamptonshire Police intended prosecuting me for doing 35mph in a 30 zone. Fair enough, fair cop. Irritating though, 'cos I've driven Gab for 56 years and this will be my first speeding prosecution. To my relief I was offered a Speed Awareness Course ("ninety-five quid please, squire") and, due to Covid-19 restrictions, it will shortly be taken via my computer in the warmth and comfort of Bennett Towers. Providing I complete the three-hour course satisfactorily there will be no points added to my pristine license and I'm not obliged to inform Gab's insurance company of my wickedness.
Never having seen an action picture of yours truly before, I was greatly amused to see how the old barrow appears to be tiptoeing through Aynho village with her trusty crossplies seemingly hardly touching the road! Sharp eyes might spot the frost particles being kicked up behind her as she speeds along.
The episode reminds me of that old joke about a chap being offered a ticket to the Policeman's Ball.
"No thanks," he said. "I can't dance."
And back came the reply, "It's not a dance ticket, it's a raffle ticket."
Happy Days.
First I knew about it was a letter a few days later informing me that Northamptonshire Police intended prosecuting me for doing 35mph in a 30 zone. Fair enough, fair cop. Irritating though, 'cos I've driven Gab for 56 years and this will be my first speeding prosecution. To my relief I was offered a Speed Awareness Course ("ninety-five quid please, squire") and, due to Covid-19 restrictions, it will shortly be taken via my computer in the warmth and comfort of Bennett Towers. Providing I complete the three-hour course satisfactorily there will be no points added to my pristine license and I'm not obliged to inform Gab's insurance company of my wickedness.
Never having seen an action picture of yours truly before, I was greatly amused to see how the old barrow appears to be tiptoeing through Aynho village with her trusty crossplies seemingly hardly touching the road! Sharp eyes might spot the frost particles being kicked up behind her as she speeds along.
The episode reminds me of that old joke about a chap being offered a ticket to the Policeman's Ball.
"No thanks," he said. "I can't dance."
And back came the reply, "It's not a dance ticket, it's a raffle ticket."
Happy Days.