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A True Story

by Meredith

One day Alan awoke to the siren song of the road.

“Come dance with me,” the road sang. “Come dance.”

So Alan slipped on his new gloves, jumped on his old bike and headed for the hills before you could say “policeblitztoday”.

It was a beautiful day for dancing. Man and machine sashayed around sweet corners and shimmied up smooth hills. They glided and swooped at one with the road.

Suddenly a jarring note disrupted the harmony of the morning. Mr Plod stepped out onto the road, holding a radar and flagging Alan down.

“What did you ping me for?” asked Alan.

“72,” said Mr Plod.

“That’s not too bad,” replied Alan, “only two over the limit.”

“The limit is 60!” said Mr Plod sternly.

“Oh!” said Alan. “Oh” and his hands fluttered to his face in confusion and concern.

“Golly!” exclaimed Mr Plod. “Love your gloves!” and he called over Mr Plod 2 to admire Alan’s biking finery.

Alan was bombarded with question after question by the two police officers, and he valiantly answered them all until, at last, the police officers had all the information they required.

“Quick!” said Mr Plod to Mr Plod 2. “Radio HQ and get someone to get us some of these gloves straight away!”

“Yes sir!” said Mr Plod 2 and he promptly headed off to get things underway.

Meanwhile, Mr Plod turned his attention back to Alan and sternly said, “Now on your way son. And remember, we are serious!”

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