Yesterday I made a little trip to beautiful, downtown Salt Lake. While
speeding traveling at the posted speed limit, I looked over to sidewalk and saw that Salt Lake's Finest were out in force.
Of course, being that I have the Dazee brain, I got thinking, what happens when they are called to the scene of a crime.
"One Adam Twelve, see the man in the alley"
They turn their little sirens on, which I'm sure are very, very loud, kind of sounding like a bike bell. Or, maybe not.
*Peddling their little hearts out*
Pedestrians pulling over to the side of the sidewalk.
A young punk thinking he can outrun the bikes.
A wild chase ensues. More and more cop bikes join in.
The news helicopters buzz overhead
"We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming for Breaking News"
People are glued to their televisions.
A viewer recognizes the runner.
"Please, please, don't hurt him, he's a good boy"
He is tackled to the ground.
A reporter shoves a microphone in his face
"why were you running?"
With a huge smile on his face he says