I don't Adam-and-Eve it

I just knew, just knew I wasn't going to get any sneaky typing time early this morning. This time is was due to a motorcyclist parking his bike under our bus. There I was, just getting to the end of another chapter in my Morse book (Morse is averaging about six insults to poor Lewis per page) and I heard this metal clatter and a thump, like an out of control shopping trolly, only heavier. I glanced down and there was the red rear light of a motorcycle sticking out from underneath the bus just below my window. Oh dear.
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