I live near Maidstone in Kent, and quite often drive my jaguar around the S bend stretch of the A20 from the book version of moonraker,then along to charing Hill. May a bit childish, but that to me is my James bond moment.
Some time ago I started toying with the idea of buying a bike again, after not having ridden one for over 25 years. I quickly realised that’s just not something you can do on an impulse; much less could you do it for a couple of quids. I ended up getting from a dealer a “retro” bike that was exclusively built to my order - not that I would have any expertise or experience in building bicycles.
One of their options was a set of pedals with a stylised “B”…
…and of course I ordered these, vaguely associating the B with Bond and Bentley - which I now briefly think (“Bentley!”, followed by hysterical barking laughter, inwardly) each time I get in the saddle.
They are astonishingly impractical if there’s only the slightest hint of moisture in the air, like soap in a bathtub, and I curse them frequently when I take a roundabout in third and get amber while Drax is already past the next traffic light…
Every time I strap on my Omega Seamaster (which isn’t often these days since I haven’t been in shirt and tie since March 17th ). Also, when I get behind the wheel of my wife’s 2020 MK V Supra (it’s her mid-life crisis car ). That thing hauls the mail and has enough tech to make Q very happy).
I went to my local screwfix store to collect an order and the man on the door asked for the last 4 numbers of the reference number in my order, on my way out I heard him ask the same question to another customer and he said “four, double O seven”
Later on i took one of my James bond ties to the dry cleaners and as i came our, the audi parked next to my jag had the number plate W007!