One of the few bad things about my new job is the necessity of finding somewhere to park in Soho. There are lots of parking bays but lots of bikes too, and riders cram them in any way they can, shifting smaller vehicles sideways in order to fit just one more in. I'm grateful I have a second, smaller scooter for commuting, but this morning I came in on the big feller because the ET4 currently has some bits missing.
I parked in my customary bay so unbelievably badly that I had to crawl on my hands and knees between my bike and the one next to it in order to get out. Then I fled the scene before I could be accused of being the worst parker in the world.
Now I get to spend all day worrying about my neighbours scratching the paintwork when they leave.