If it wasn't for those pesky kids, I might have remembered
On Saturday I went out and bought myself a spare helmet, so that I could carry passengers. I took Claire for a ride that afternoon. Everything went well up to the moment I pulled out from the kerb. I got half a metre out and the bike fell over. Can you guess why? (Hint: small, heavy, yellow, iron, attached to brake disc)
Boy, I felt stupid. Still, I guess that's yet another thing I'll never do again. The only consequences, besides the hard-earned lesson and a slightly jittery Claire, were a smashed-up right front indicator (now lovingly swathed in duct-tape) and a brake disc that now needs checking out at the mechanic's, just in case.
We didn't let it stop us: I made sure the brake was OK and we went for a ride anyway. It went fine - great fun! We went up the A12 to Green Man interchange, turned around and came home again.