This thread has brought back memories of when I always used the bike for transport to my fishing destinations.
I had a scrape with a police car in Christchurch, his fault but I was told to follow a police car back to the station. They kept me waiting for over an hour, inferring that I could well be prosecuted, I think it was to cover their mate and ensure that I didn't press charges. I had to sit in the public area, in my waders with all my gear. A very embarrassed eighteen year old.
I used to carry half a dozen loaves for groundbait in a binbag on the rack. As I was passing Ashley Wood Golf Course I saw in the mirror loads of slices of bread flying through the air as the bag had gone into the rear wheel. A bit of a distraction for the early morning golfers.
On the whole, it was enjoyable to combine the two passions but I don't miss the freezing cold hands on my way pike fishing on frosty mornings