It appears I lost my number plate.

It was there when I left this morning and I only noticed when I went for
a sly cigarette at the doctor's office today.

Back I did go home with no plate and mucho speedy along the motorways
and A21, pulled in to put some earplugs in, 20 seconds later, fully
marked pursuit car going mucho speedy also. Phew!

Anyway, who was it at the barn crashing gathering at Nigels when I said
about the plod not giving a shit about speeding? Well, luckily for me
they don't give a shit about number plates either. I filtered past about
six of them in town today and <wipes brow> I never got anything worse
than a guilty feeling ;o)

 

Eh? Bolts fell out and it dropped off?

 

Well, one was loose and had no nut but never came completely out and the
other one was tight as a gnat's chuff, so to speak. It's really got me
baffled. I did hit a rather large dip/pothole with a bit of a crash and
felt the suspension bottom out but unless the plate gripped the rear
tyre and snapped off, I really don't know what happened.

 

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*Top* worry worm insert

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Some scrote is probably riding/driving around now with your plate on the
back of their bike/car collecting more than enough speeding/trafficlight
tickets and congestion charge fines on your behalf.

 

In that case, have you checked the rear tyre for dammage? I can't
remember, was your plate made of plastic or metal? Maybe it just fell in
half?

 

No. Not yet.

Plastic and the bottom edge used to hang right over the top of the tyre.
If the suspension bottomed out more than about 3 inches, I'd say the
plate gripped the tyre and snapped, which is what I think has happened.

 

If your plate has been unscrewed rather than simply snapped off then
listen out for reports of armed robberies in the next couple of months
where the getaway vehicle was a bike. That'll be a stolen bike, same
model/colour as yours, with your plate on it.

Mikey

 

Mikey wrote

you haven't seen his bike have you? Not the sort of thing yer average
discerning crim would want to be seen making a getaway on. Making a
getaway *from* is a different matter entirely though.

 

Doesn't a bike limit the amount you can get away with?

Or were you thinking of a getaway wing?

"Quick, set the suspension to 'escape'"

 

I can't imagine anyone stealing Marks CBR, as in.... Have you seen a
scary black bike?

 

Not if you want to make a quick exit after shooting someone in the
head, no.

--
Lesley
CBR600FW
SBS#11 (with oak-leaf cluster)
BOTAFOT#101A UKRMHRC#12
BONY#54P BOB#18
Real burds don't take hormones, they rage naturally

 

*Ding*

Report it I reckon but judging by past performance, I could be on for a
very long time. It'd probably be quicker to go there myself.

 

Whinging Courier wrote

Report it!! I would lay odds your plate made a bid for freedom entirely
of it's own accord and is now living the high life free from
embarrassment and unwarranted stress in a gutter somewhere.

 

Well there you go. Ten minutes is quite long enough. They had me on hold
for over quarter of an hour a while back when what looked like someone
rifling through the house next door. No wonder people dial 999 to report
a broken finger nail or chipped tooth.

Fucking ridiculous. Now I've gotta take the orange out - To fucking
Kilburn.

 

You could well be right, didn't you reduce the damping slightly, which
may have helped tyre / plate contact?

 

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!!

I get held on the phone for more time than is healthy so off to my local
<snip **** word> police station. There's two fat bitches going on about
someone calling them a cow. FFS, I've got REAL stuff going on here!
Besides, you look more like a moose. Anyway, I haven't got time for this
shit so I go to Kilburn. There's a fucking queue of at least ten people
that went round the side of the waiting area. Pissed off with this I go
back to my local nick - The same fat bitches are there and now there's
another bloke!!! AAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! And all this whilst being on the
phone to see if I can get through before I have to see a proper police.

Jesus fucking Christ. What do I have to do to be able to report
something!!!????

Oh, and there's some fucking drugged up **** ringing on my bell so I
open the window and <best skagged up voice I can muster> "Errgghh, sorry
wrong bell, wrong bell" "LEARN TO FUCKING READ!"

Cunts.

*Big sigh*

I am going to go back at about midnight. Surely all the scum will be
busy doing other things by then and if they're not and get caught then
at least they'll be round the back.

 

Frankly, at the moment I really don't give a shit.

I'm seething!

What do you have to do to report something in this fucking country? Rant
and rave and start insulting the local cuntstablulary so that you get
nicked so THEN you can report something? Oh, no, the cunts'll do you for
that and then say you have to make a separate complaint.

<rant over>

I really don't think I should've bought all that coffee.

*sigh*

 

Ahh.. get some green tea in then.

 

Tea should be made with milk and be a peanut butter colour and even
better if they come in a box with 'Quickbrew' on it[1]

[1]I bought some Pyramid bags yesterday and they're not bad. Better than
they used to be.

I got it sorted, sort of. I got it reported on the phone but it is still
"unconfirmed" which means I have to take my docs down to the local plod
shop and report it there. I'll be doing that in a couple or so hours.

I wonder how many times I'm going to get stopped on my own bike for
having a "reportedly missing number plate" on it?