Late night blast.

I've just returned from a quick 90 minute midnight bike ride. I left the pub (after drinking nothing but soft drinks) at about 11:15 and was on the bike about 11:45 heading out through the back roads to Basingstoke where I blatted around the deserted industrial estates making my own late night CCTV movie on a hundred security cameras for a while before heading back through Winchester and back to Andover. I had been looking at bikes during the day and talking about them in the pub and the temptation to go for a ride was too great. I had to throw on the lid and go. I feel so lucky to be able to live like I do with few responsibilties and the ability to just do what I want to do. Midnight ride, why not............


p.s. Thanks goes out to the taxi driver who flashed me to stop me getting into trouble with the rozzers whilst heading back through Andover. Police hiding down a hill behind some bushes nicking people with their little speed gun does not sound as useful as stopping drunken brawls in the town centre or catching some of the violent yobs who regulary cause havoc after the club kicks out.