Good cop, bad cop…

There were two nightclubs in town, and we were regular visitors at both, mostly on Saturday nights. Normally we would ride into town, meet up in the Waggon before wandering over to Tiffany’s and, at the end of the evening, walk home. Occasionally though, someone would volunteer to drive because, although we were all scooterists, some of us were also car drivers. On this particular night I drove. I’d had a drink or two during the night and, at kicking-out time, returned to my car with four of my mates; they all left