So Michelle and I go for bike rides quite frequently. Most of the time, we throw the bikes in the back of the truck and drive out somewhere with good trails or nice scenery. Yesterday we went out and had a great time riding and had an interesting encounter.
After putting the bikes in the back, we drove home. On the way home, I stopped at a stoplight where I would be turning right. As I slowed up to the turn, I saw a cop car coming our way on the opposite lane. Thinking to myself, "ahh copper" I instinctively check to make sure my seatbelts are on, and glance in my mirrors...and to my surprise, Michelle's bike rolls off the bed of the truck and onto the street.
I had forgotten to close the bed of the truck.
The bike fell smack dab in the middle of the street, cars quickly coming our way. To my surprise, the passing cop turned all the way around, flipped his lights on, and blocked oncoming traffic so we had time to grab the bike, throw it in the truck, and continue on our way.
Needless to say, I felt guilty about my initial negative reaction to the police office, but felt amazingly grateful and impressed by his assistance. He didn't get out or say anything, and as soon as I got the bike in the car, he drove off.
Whatever preconceived notions you have of a group or type of people, you should always prepare for those notions to be blown away. And when it happens, boy is it a shocker. How childish our minds are sometimes.
To obey or Not
3 weeks ago