The Triumph Owners' Club had its first rideout of the year today, a very pleasant spin round the North Pembrokeshire coast, stopping at various points for ice cream and/or coffee. (We are planning a kind of pub-crawl-style ice cream van circuit of the county for later in the year, working title Ice Cream Sunday.)
When I got near home, I decided to call in for some fuel. I filled the bike and, as I was replacing the filler cap, I saw a bike that I had seen at work at one of the other pumps. It was a very tidy Honda 250 Super Dream in red and black. It's old enough to be almost a classic, and is in unmolested and original condition. I asked the lady rider if she worked at my place, and she replied that it was her husband who rode it to work - she was just taking advantage of the good weather to blow away a few cobwebs. We chatted for a bit, and then I returned to my bike, started up, and left.
Anyone noticed what I missed out?
I got home and emptied my pockets, and felt that I had more money than I should have done. It was then that I realised that I had fogotten to pay for the petrol in Morrisons. I had got out of all my bike gear by this time, so I dived in the car and drove like a maniac to the filling station. All the way there, I was expecting to see police cars with blue lights on in my mirror, or round a corner to find a road-block and an armed response unit pointing several Glocks in my direction. When I arrived at the supermarket I was expecting at least a Panda car on the forecourt, with a uniformed officer gravely taking notes and sucking his pencil. Nothing.
I parked up and joined the queue at the till. No-one was whispering down a telephone; no-one was eagerly checking CCTV footage. I felt a little let down, to be honest. I spent the time in the queue planning what to say.
"Er, I filled the bike up here about 20 minutes ago and I think I forgot to pay."
"Oh, it was you, was it? That's - hang on, just a minute, how do you do a drive-off, Matt? - there we are. Eleven pounds 12 pence to you, Sir." Matt was sanguine. "Fair play to you, mate," he said. "I wouldn't have bothered."