So.
The City of Red Oak got itself A motorcycle cop.
He is omnipresent, unsmiling, brutally efficient. And he seems pretty impressed with himself, judging by the no-nonsense expression on his face as he darts around in his knee-high Gestapo boots looking for traffic scofflaws. We pass one another a couple of times each day, eyeing each other like ancient nemeses. So far, I have been too wily for him, but I know it’s only a matter of time. I hereby promise all my FB friends that, once he finally does get me, I shall audibly hum the theme from CHiPs.
‘Twill be a moment for the ages.
The City of Red Oak got itself A motorcycle cop.
He is omnipresent, unsmiling, brutally efficient. And he seems pretty impressed with himself, judging by the no-nonsense expression on his face as he darts around in his knee-high Gestapo boots looking for traffic scofflaws. We pass one another a couple of times each day, eyeing each other like ancient nemeses. So far, I have been too wily for him, but I know it’s only a matter of time. I hereby promise all my FB friends that, once he finally does get me, I shall audibly hum the theme from CHiPs.
‘Twill be a moment for the ages.
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