I was out with the Balerno Dads Road Club and we were held up at the wee bridge in Imaginary Burntisland as the large Ferris Wheel had burnt down.
However, cyclists were crossing the bridge in the 0ther direction so I thought I would chance it.
I was then apprehended by the Burntislanders and they produced a video camera and tripod from a pannier I did not know i had (as would not fit on my road bike). On the tape there was a sequence of me ballroom dancing which the Burntislanders held up as evidence of my moral turpitude