Three Guards And A Bicyclist

A grinning loolah runs through the long grass, clutching a bike, while a Guard strides behind in slow motion. Two more Guards appear. The man falls down and all three Gurads walk away, nonchalant like. Then, and with impeccable timing, the man rises up from the grass and says that he was quoted the Road Traffic Act. Is this Irish Monty Python or what!? "Help, help! I'm being repressed!"