Mine was late Sat. morning outside Rowse's in West ealing. Teeming with rain and heaving with busy shoppers spilling off the curbs into the road.
The jamjar owners were pissballing about as usual. So I lanced it down the outside. The lead car changed its mind and stopped at a Zebra crossing. So I had to as well. All I kept saying, as I was helped to my feet was " My bike, my bike" (B31 rigid) Which was laying on it's side still faithfully ticking over !