Ooh, that's better. Part II.

It's still better: nice to tip the old bus into a bend and not have to
constantly correct the "walking" forks.

300 miles of East Anglian RBR trundling today.

If only I'd researched the Essex one before I'd set off, I might have
found it. Still, Chelmsford's only 30 miles away.

Bit cold for jeans and trainers, but at least the new screen kept the
rain off.

Daft question time: them camera vans? One man operated or two?

If one, would he have enough time to record one's speed through the
back window of his Transit, then clamber round the front to note one's
registration?

All hypothetical, obviously.