ALTERNATIVE CAR PARK

Oh, why are they always bald?
If you imagine this is your car...
A fist.  You want me to imagine that your fist is my car.  Right.  I'll keep him talking, you call the men in the white coats.

...then this is a motorcycle.
That's right, mate, your other hand is a motorcycle.  Your nose is an aeroplane, your left leg is Belgium and the top of your head is London Planetarium.

Now, when you drive up to a main road, it's easy to see other cars.
Because they're shaped like fists, yes.  Okay.  Is the straitjacket here yet?

  
But because a motorcycle is a third of the width of a car, he's very hard to see.
It would help if he was wearing bright colours, instead of being flesh coloured...

    
But he's dead easy to hurt.
Whoops-a-daisy.  The car has just punched the motorcyclist in the stomach, and spilt his tomato ketchup all over the road.

Nasty.
Yes, you are.
And that's why, at junctions, I'm asking you to give a second thought for bikes.
Why should I?  They never think about me.  When did I last get a birthday card from a bike?  Never.

    
Stop.  Think once for cars, hold it, then think again for bikes.
Especially bikes like this, which are being ridden at three miles per hour by confused septegenarians.

If you want to avoid this...
Hmmm, do I want to avoid this?  Well, I suppose it saves an insurance claim.

...think once, think twice, think bike!
So does that mean I have to think three times?  But I only have two hands.  Oh dear.  Nurse?  Nurse!.