Can you imagine that over here...?
Excuse me sir, are you the 'organiser'...?
...are you insured...?
...all these hooligans all over the road...
...you can't bring all those bikes on here...
(mind you, you can't take any bike on a tram in this town)
etc. etc.
This reminds me of a Barry Mason story.
On the annual night ride from Greenwich through Soho and then on the Primrose Hill, to greet the dawn on the longest day,
some of Her Majesties finest stopped Barry in Soho. 'Ere then, 'ere then what's all this about?
Quick as a flash, Barry replied that it was an outing of the Primrose Hill cycling club, and was waved off on his way, followed by a trail of cyclists from this non-existent club.