In one of those humdrum mondays after the lovely sunday before, I was sitting in a queue of traffic on a road I travel along every day. I idly glanced in the rear view mirror and noticed a policeman on a pushbike pedalling quite enthusiastically about 50 yards behind. The traffic was stop/start and noticing he was gaining on me I started to take an interest. I wasn`t drunk, all in and on Harry was legal and in good order so I had nothing to worry about.. As he was now quite close, I saw he was no spring chicken, around 50 maybe, and suffering a little from his exertions being red faced and breathing hard. He was now right behind me, overtaking the queue of traffic slowly but steadily, and I saw a fixed steely determination on his face as he overtook, pedalling furiously, legs going like pistons. He persisted, and continued in this breakneck fashion until he reached a red van about 10 cars up from me. He stopped, knocked the van`s window and motioned the driver to pull over onto the wide pavement. As I drew level, he`d got his bike on the pavement too, and was trying to regain his breath. I looked at the van, and noticed its tax disc was due in July...the policeman had noticed it too, and had given chase - on his bike. He saw me looking, and in one of those golden moments where you catch someone in authority off guard, I grinned, shook my head in disbelief and clapped him. He risked a glance at the caught red handed driver who was looking heavenward at being pulled by the police on a pushbike, looked back at me and grinned too. Moreover, he held his heart, did an ott breathing hard act and bowed in my direction. Total respect to him, priceless, and true.
Posted on: Mon, 30 Sep 2013 21:07:37 +0000
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