Imagine the scene. I am in what seems like the middle of nowhere, but in fact it was not far from Humberside airport. As our band of intrepid explorers stop to check the route,I make an excuse to hang back from the group as I need to apply a little bit of lubrication to the moving parts.
I empty a dollop of sooothing white cream onto my fingertips and at that exact moment a white Vauxhall Astra pulls up alongside me. I was expecting it to be the local nutters out for a laugh,but when the window went down ,I spied three policemen out on patrol.
"Are the cyclists on their way back to London?"
"Yes, officer .How kind of you to look out for us"
" No problems? Have a safe ride." Off they went.
At last ,I apply the ointment that will make the next few miles less painful.
Had they arrived a minute later,I could have been arrested for flashing or an act of indecency.