It's funny. You would think that the bike cops would get the best bikes around.
It's bad enough they have to ride around town in 40-degree weather in the first place, but the beaten and dented white Raleighs they have to traverse with? Deplorable.
Are they beaten and dented from high-speed chases?
If I were a bike cop, I would want a vehicle that looked very impressive, just so I would be taken a tad seriously.
I guess that's what the gun is for.
They say that "it's just like riding a bike," but I would imagine that if I tried to ride a bike now I wouldn't be able to do it without band-aids being involved.
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