One night after a social ride with a club, we stopped at a cafe. Someone on a yellow Ducati with matching yellow helmet and leathers rode by, saw a bunch of bikes, and did a wheelie. Unfortunately for him, a cop van was rolling the other way. When he realized his tactical error, he rode off in a hurry. The cops turned around and gave chase, but didn’t have much of a chance - van + u-turn vs. already fast bike.
We saw the cops roll by again a few minutes later, and someone foolishly shouted out “Did you catch him?” They pulled over and got out and explained that we must know him because we said “him” - how did we know? Uh huh.
They took their time talking to us. I finished my coffee. I got lucky and had the calm cop, who was still trying the line but his heart wasn’t in it. “Seriously, we know you know.”
“Well, the rider went by a a 1-litre sports bike, doing a wheelie in a residential / light commercial neighbourhood. Right away, we both know he’s a he, and he’s somewhere between 18 and 25 years old. I’d be money on that and feel pretty relaxed. But that’s all I know.”
