She'll be right mate!

Those who know me (and let's face it, there are only 1.3 people who actually read my blog so we're talking about all readers here) will know that I am a scooter enthusiast.

You may remember my scooter exploits from such memorable and enthralling postings as 'my first scoot' and 'the joys of scooting'. At the moment, however, I am 'in between' scoots - not cos' of an accident (for a change) but because I am upgrading to something a leetle zippier (but only a leetle).

As a result I have returned to the joys of public transport and scabbing lifts off my partner ... in truth mostly the latter, given how innately lazy passionate about car-pooling and efficient use of resources I am.

This morning we were heading through the city and I was preparing to do my stunt dive through the traffic (necessary in order to be dropped off without getting rear ended by nasty commuters) when we were overtaken by a guy on a motorbike.

I always check out fellow bikers, I guess I'm curious to see who else is as mad as me to risk life and limb on a daily basis in the city traffic ... but this guy was in a league of his own I have to say.

Would hate to cast aspersions as to how he may have injured himself, but anyone looney brave enough to ride a motorbike while needing to bring along a crutch for the subsequent walking bit (it was strapped across the back and sticking out either side so as to conveniently swipe any pedestrian who got in his way) has balls the size of Pluto.

Helmets off to you my friend, helmets off.