True story.
Yesterday, Stickchick and I had to go to the bank downtown. Traffic was shocking.
So, coincidentally enough, I had the marvellous idea of walking Betty the GSX1400 across intersections at the red lights with all the rest of the pedestrians. We got a few funny looks, but nobody seemed to object.
We pootled on down Queen Street, and should have turned up Wyndham Street, but I went on past without realising that that's where the BNZ was.
So we turned off onto the footpath and I walked Betty back along it in the crowd, waited at the crossing, crossed with everyone else, and then walked her up Wyndham Street to the BNZ, parking her on the footpath outside.
All very convenient and hassle-free. I highly recommend managing one's transport to downtown business appointments thusly.
Of course, I'm not entirely sure that everyone around us
quite believed that the paddling of my feet against the pavement as I sat astride the GSX1400 with Jody on the back formed the sole motive force, or that 'walking a bike' involves slipping the clutch and treating passersby to throttle blips through the TBR exhaust.
But the way I figure it, for a brief time on her lunchbreak yesterday, Betty was a pedestrian.

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