Getting up at 05:15

As the daytime temperatures head towards 40 degrees it's the only way I can do stuff in the garden without 1) getting cooked or 2) being eaten alive by mosquitoes. It's a bugger but it's got to be done.
After doing the garden stuff, I took twfe to work at 7:15 and then headed up to my gaff to have a ride on me bike. It's the first time since it was registered and it's really been pissing me off not being able to ride it, first I had a disgusting summer cold, then that mystery rash, then my back was giving me grief. Plus twife assumes that if I'm up early she can load me with extra tasks.
So I get up there and divest myself of shorts and sandals and put on jeans, socks, boots, my leather jacket and finally gloves. I'm already getting hot, not many people here bother with that sort of thing in this sort of weather but I'd rather get hot than loose my skin. I was even surprised when we took the bike for it's MOT* Goran was only wearing his crash hat and didn't bother doing up his jacket. Ok, crash hat good, but everything else, not. If you come off what's the first thing to touch the ground? Your hands, and if you're doing any sort of speed then they won't thank you for it. I'm a firm believer in ATGATT (all the gear, all the time) because it's usually when you're just doing a small journey that you think maybe you don't have to bother and that's generally when it all goes wrong.
Out on the road - hey, I remember this!

I didn't really plan a route or anything, I thought maybe just go somewhere I know well so there are no surprises. I was also aware that the fuel in it was probably getting a bit old by now, it wasn't down to reserve but I thought I'd stop at the gas station near Max and top it off.
So I pull into the gas station and up to a pump. I'm behind a police car that's parked by the shop but I'm not concerned because I'm full legal (finally!) I squeeze a whole 8 quid's worth into the tank and then I start walking towards the cashier. At this point the police car starts reversing, so I step aside but the driver calls me over. What does he want, maybe to compliment me on my bike? Or does he want to compliment me on the fact that I'm wearing all the safety gear when many wouldn't bother in this weather? No. He tells me to take my helmet off when I'm filling up and when I'm paying. What the f..?

Does he think I'm going to ride out stealing 8 quid's worth of fuel
in front of two armed coppers in a police car? Or that I will march into the office and produce a gun
in front of two armed coppers in a police car? I guess he wouldn't have worried if I'd not been wearing one at all, ffs

I know in the UK we're supposed to take it off if we're going into a bank, which I can understand even if I'm not happy about it but a gas station?
So I spent the rest of the ride fuming. I rode down to Lućko and came back, a round trip of about 25 miles (I really need to do something about the speedometer, my eyes are getting so back I can hardly see the MPH let alone the tiny KMH). I took a camera with me to take a pic to prove I'd been out on the bike but in the end I just didn't feel like it.
The bike ran faultlessly btw.