||[Mar. 16th, 2007|11:03 am]
As I'm zipping to work today on Cesar Chavez, accelerating quickly, and going faster than I should (35-40 in a 25, yet no faster than people normally drive on that street), I see a guy in a funny outfit holding a funny device.
Ah, shit, a cop on foot!
I hit a red light and he walks up to me from across the street.
Shit, shit, shit.
I open my visor and he starts asking me questions:
"How you doing?"
"Pretty good, and you?"
"Good, good. You commute on that?"
"How's it handle on the freeway?"
"Well, it only has 5 gears. Can't get up too fast."
"Well, cool, looks like a nice bike.... have fun, be safe. Have a nice day."
He walks off, the light turns green and I take off.