A couple of years ago, after an enjoyable evening touring the single malts in the Britons with WCA, I was so ‘refreshed’ that I actually rode into a parked cop car. While on the pavement. Oops!
He wasn’t that bothered about my ‘tired and emotional’ state, picked me up, poured me back onto my bike and sent me merrily teetering on my way. I suspect if I had been in charge of a couple of tons of metal, his attitude may have been slightly different. And that’s the rub. If you want to kill yourself with your own irresponsible silliness, then that’s your look out……