It sure is Bicycle Safety Month.
Why you ask?
I left work tonight about 1700h to ride home, and figured I'd try and make the barber shop in Hampton before it closed. I hit the road and faced a roaring cold SW wind that I had to fight every inch of the way. I'd actually chosen to ride on the bike path tonight, as opposed to Beach Rd, as Friday evenings are a free-for-all with texting drivers and pissed-off commuters in a hurry to cram up the back of the car in front.
So I'm riding along, and I'm maybe 2klm short of Hampton and I start thinking that I'm really sweating quite a bit and that's gonna be inconvenient when I reach the barber shop. On the spur of the moment, I decide to stop and remove my helmet and pretty much coast along the rest of the remaining path to Hampton, where I'd be much 'fresher' and less sweaty than if I'd ridden hard all the way. I don't know why this idiotic thought popped into my head, and it's certainly a first for me.
So I took the helmet off and put it in a pannier. Resumed riding along the path, but at not much more than walking pace. The bike path at this stage was practically deserted. I'm about 300 metres short of the ped crossing at Small St, Hampton, when a blue Commodore goes shooting past me southbound, then brakes suddenly and pulls a U-turn across Beach Rd.
It's two uniformed coppers in an unmarked car, with the passenger copper indicating that he wanted me to pull over.
I couldn't believe the timing or the irony, or my ridiculous situation......so I kept on riding.
They were by this stage behind me, and they were facing northbound on Beach Rd, while I was riding southbound. The southbound traffic was just horrendous, so they had no chance to re-enter the traffic and apprehend me. As it happened, a dog-walker on the other side of Beach Rd had pressed the cross-button, so the lights at the ped crossing had changed just as I approached. I rode across the crossing and disappeared down a side street.
I'm guessing the two coppers probably looked at each other and figured chasing an un-helmeted cyclist probably wasn't worth the paperwork.
My one and only lucky escape story.