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A most welcoming and heartfelt felicitation to you dear reader, this time a most quick missive that may repeat some details from previously, but rest assured, there is a small momentary twist in the tale.

I found myself in the afternoon with a small surfeit of time to myself after I had cleared my schedule of interruptions. Off to Maraetai once again to plunder the schools of small baitfish for more fishing tomorrow. All went well and in a short two hours or so I had taken 30 or so various sizes of fishies to snare their larger cousins, it was amusing to see the reaction of the anglers already previously there watching me make short shrift of my stock of bait and filling my pail with fishies.

Once I had used my bait up, I packed and racked my gear and off I went back home. All went well, admiring glances by young lads who were impressionable to very cool pieces of machinery that operated around twin discs of inflated rubber.

Now for those who know the environs of Maraetai and the road that follows the coast around to Clevedon, one would know there is an open speed zone just past the point where I was fishing. I made my way around and accelerated as one is wont to do on our contraptions of velocity, when I was suddenly confronted with the spectre of a traffic patrol car suddenly swerving in front of me into my lane and straddling the middle of the road! Heart in mouth, I pluckily ducked, dived, dipped, dodged and ... ducked again to use the available left hand space left so generously to me by the good officer.

In my evasive procedure, I noted with wry observation the cause of the officer's apparent murderous intention to my general health. I did not fancy becoming a hood ornament near the fruit salad of his patrol car. There was a very small, very cute black pig looking like he was very lost from home. I assumed the good officer saved it's bacon by doing what he did and not running the wayward urchin over.

Of course, my safety not withstanding, I could only assume that he assumed that I had the requisite skills to ensure I did not cause an incident probably resulting in me being charged with some sort of culpable infringement of the law of the land. Oh joy. So the options of A) heading off the road into the rocks and sea water below, B) embedding myself into the windscreen of the immobile barrier of the stationary patrol vehicle, or C) aim for the result which allows me to merely quip and add it into my journal of biking incidents that resulted in nothing out of the ordinary.

Of course the consonant C was compulsory complied, with cunning craft and control by yours truly. Irony my dear reader? The little pig's bacon was saved by an officer of the land that is often derisory appended as a porcine representative themselves! Indeed for the piggy in the middle, it was auspicious that it's fat was pulled from the fire and I am sure the officer took it upon himself to pig-handle the errant porker to it's rightful location.

I didn't stop to find out and zipped back to home base to grab a quick nap before helping dearest mama and papa in the family business.

Your invigilator of strange happenings and perky porky behaviour
gijoe1313