I Fought The Law

For Christmas, I received a bicycle. 

This afternoon I was riding that bicycle home from work.

The unspeakable happened.

I feel like a dumb cookie.

Apparently you're not allowed to ride your bike on the 'wrong' side of the road. 

Apparently riding on the footpath when you are above the age of 14 is 'illegal.'

Apparently it's also considered 'immoral' to masturbate on an airplane.

 This is not the Australia my great grandmother envisioned whilst waving goodbye to her daughter from Scottish shores for the youth of today.

But I seriously feel traumatized from this weak sauce experience. I was riding home on the wrong side of the road, when a police car drives past me. Slows right down and puts its little sirens on. Because they are loud as balls and most people's default reaction to police I feel is instant panic, I panicked. Thoughts racing through my brain, Why me? Why now? I'm too young to be incarcerated! Oh I'm a damn fool and everyone knows it! Festival season is coming up, I can't afford a ticket!

I was told to get in front of the car, then to come to the window. Basically, from what I can remember, I was told that riding on the wrong side of the road was illegal as well as riding on the footpath. Then he sent me on my merry way.

UPDATE: I didn't ride my bike for another 4 days. Still figuring out why I was so damn panicked. It may have something to do with an incident that happened when I was a child. Until next time, Live long and love freedom my stardust kittens! Xx

Sweet Wheels, now with pink tassels and rainbow spinning wheel.