The Number Plate That Fell Off, Chapter Four

Uneasily they eyed each other. The number plate felt she had some seniority, being as she was associated with motorised transport. Sneering, as only the neglected and downtrodden can, the set of drain rods observed caustically that the number plate had been discovered in a gutter with no sign of any association with an internal combustion engine. Indeed, the drain rods were complete whereas the number plate was orphaned. The 1963 BSA Star Rider shrugged resignedly. He was the eldest, yet his heyday was long gone. He had no interest in the squabbles of arrivistes. He simply craved to feel the macadam under his wheels one last time.

Nikon D700 and Tamron 35mm f/1.8 VC lens.