OK, what’s the big fuss? I thought, as I sat there at a stop light with a motorcycle policeman looking directly into my rear-view mirror and therefore my eyes.
I was about to find out.
Sure enough, as soon as the light turned green, on went his lights and siren.
“Great,” I muttered to myself.
He casually followed me as I changed into the right-hand lane and turned into a bank parking lot, pulling up behind me as I searched for my insurance card and registration.
As he… Continue
Posted on August 4, 2008 at 11:57am