Showing posts with label speeding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label speeding. Show all posts

Wednesday, 5 January 2011

Rough Justice?


Michael Thompson, 64, has been prosecuted by Police in Grimsby, North Lincolnshire, for “wilfully obstructing a police officer in the course of their duties” , when he flashed his lights at oncoming traffic to warn them of the speed trap they were approaching.

I can’t endorse speeding, it’s illegal and potentially dangerous in the wrong circumstances. Many would suggest that occasional speeding to at least some extent has become an occupational hazard if you spend much time behind the wheel. Nevertheless, a law is a law, whether it’s right or wrong. Where I sometimes have a problem is how these enforced. Were North Lincolnshire Police right to prosecute Mr Thompson? 

Monday, 1 November 2010

Think Bike? Bikers; Think!!

 

The Think Bike safety campaign currently on our TV screens is a hard-hitting and effective one. It reminds me that, when I drive, a ton and a half of mixed metals surrounds me; an exoskeleton to protect me in the event of something bad. A biker has no such armour. He is a meat envelope astride a powerful beast, far more vulnerable when shit goes pear. And yet, irrespective of the millions of quid being poured into looking after bikers, every time I see one taking the piss it makes me far less inclined to care.

Saturday, 23 October 2010

Driven #4;- 2010 Smart ForTwo Brabus.



It had been a windy day, the gustiest I had experienced for a while. I had enjoyed a foretaste of the weather when I flew my kite the previous evening. The wind at the weekend had been so unpredictable that I elected to fly my practice kite, and not risk crashing my pride and joy into the ground through poor kitemanship.

Leaving the house this morning it still looked to be windy out, the voices on the radio spoke of bridges closed to high-sided vehicles and I drove with some caution. But there was no fuss through the steering wheel of my A4, no sense that any lapse of concentration would cost me dear. Later, that same day, in the Smart things couldn't have been more different.


Sunday, 11 July 2010

Another Highway Robbery.



I have a horrible feeling I may get a brown envelope through my letterbox, and an invitation to pay sixty pounds for a further three points to be enbossed into my driving license. Yes, I'm a naughty boy and a terrible, evil criminal.