The other day I was sent into a fond remeberance of my childhood. A boy of maybe 9 in my neighborhood rode his bicycle by me. He had cards in his spokes so it made that cool pseudo- motorcycle noise as he went by. Today I saw a bicycle cop. I think bicycle cops should put cards in their spokes. No purse snatcher is ever going to be intimidated if he hears you switch into third gear while pursuing him, but if you’ve got that almost motorcycle sound, now that’s the sound of justice.
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