On my way home from work yesterday it was perfectly normal and uneventful. I reached the A47 dual carriageway and got up to the speed limit. A short time later a pillock in a generic pratmobile overtook in a cloud of black smoke. A moment after that a graphite grey BMW also overtook.
I didn't think anything of it at the time but about a mile later the BMW and pratmobile were in a layby. The BMW was an unmarked traffic car and the passenger was stood at the entrance waving for me to join them.
I stopped, got out and asked if there was anything wrong.
"Do you realise that street racing is a serious criminal offense?"
No "good morning sir, thank you for stopping" and from the body language he was not in the best of moods. Probably close to the end of shift and not wanting to deal with the situation.
"Yes officer. It's also bloody stupid".
Got a smile for that.
"The gent' we have stopped there suggests the reason he was speeding was because he was racing you".
"Oh. Did you see us "racing"? If you would like the memory card from my camera it will show you I had got up to the speed limit and he passed me. Not being rude but if I were racing that pile I would ten miles further up the road".
Got a chuckle for that.
"Ahhhh, it's okay. Can I take your details just in case we do need a clip from your camera as well as the one in our car?"
Gave the officer my details and left them to it.
So I decided to re-yellow or de-Abarth my Bravo yesterday afternoon. Thanks to living Jeremy Kyle Street sleep wasn't an option.
Finished by four so all I had to do was shower and get ready for work.
On the way in my Bravo felt a bit odd. I put it down to the return of the Bangle Grinder wheels but after a few miles I knew it was more than that.
Stopped for petrol and noticed two of my valve caps were missing.
Between my leaving my Bravo just after four and heading out to work around twenty to six my tyres had been let down from 32PSI to 19 and 18PSI. :bang: