We have a newly restored bridge across the river near our
downtown area. It’s a tall, steep bridge – tall enough for freighters to go under
it. I saw two policemen on bicycles crossing the bridge today. It was a nice
fall day – a nice day for a bike ride, and they appeared to be enjoying
themselves. The bridge is nearly a mile long. There are no cops on bike patrol in
the neighborhood on the other side of the bridge, so this was strictly a ride
over the bridge and a ride back. While I
admire the fact that the police are in good enough shape to pedal up the steep
incline (that’s gotta be fun coming down!), I’m not sure what they were doing up
there. Nobody gets robbed on the bridge. There’s no drug deals there (there are
cracks but no crack), nobody walks the bridge.
I suppose it could have been worse. They could have been riding no hands
on the way down the hill or performing some other type of tricks on the bikes. Regardless, they were having way too much fun.
As a citizen, here’s where I draw the line: If those cops
start putting baseball cards in their spokes with clothespins to make that
motor sound, I’m gonna mention something to the sheriff Friday at Rotary.
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