That’s right faithful readers; the all mighty Chimbles got busted by the police again! I won’t lie, I’m not perfect - I have a criminal record. It all stems back to that possession of nunchucks charge I got back in my junior year of high school. Some of you may remember that accident, and if not its somewhere in the archives.
Anyways, as they say 3 strikes and you are out… or in… IN JAIL! So it was my third time that the highway patrol caught me cruising on my moped on the limited access highway. As always, I came a bit fast around the corner, folding the bike and scraping my knees just to stay in my lane, pushing around 30mphs but it definitely felt like 45 – trust me… I could feel my rear tire losing its grip… so I downshifted to 1st as its only a 2 speed sport model… and promptly landed in a ditch.
Surprisingly the moped regained its balance and coasted down the breakdown lane abruptly stopping on the bumper of a state cruiser, and then wedging itself under the Crown Vics gas tank. Offcer O’Malley was running lidar at the time, and was a bit shaken up when the moped smacked into his cruiser… I like to imagine he spilled his coffee too, but that’s unconfirmed.
I have contemplated running at this time, and yelling out “I ain’t going back to jail pigs!!” but somehow I just couldn’t get up, I’m not sure if it was because of the injuries sustained during the short flight or just pure laziness. Either way I just chilled there for a minute, putting my head down on the grass and looking at the sky, that’s when my view got blocked by a state trooper’s head…. With his nightstick he poked me in the shoulder… Speak about police brutality!
“Do you know how fast you were going son?” said O’Malley with a smirk… like somehow it was funny that I had a hole in my pants and my moped sustained at least 40 bucks of damage.
“I dunno… musta been close to fitty!!! Then my Metzeler rear lost it’s….” I was ready to tell this good soul my sob story, but he just didn’t want to listen.
The judge wasn’t lenient this time. I told him I had to take the highway to be at work on time, and blah blah. But he said that it’s my third time, and that I apparently do not listen that well. Got 6 month in the clink…. Lost my job too.
Fortunately knowing my ropes in the slammer earned me en early dismissal for good behavior… and to be honest when I was crossing those prison gates, I was a bit disappointed. Now with no job, busted moped, I realized that sitting there for 5 months, being fed and having my every fancy taken care of is way better than trying to get unemployment and sitting on the curb of Dunkin Donuts all day long sipping a small coffee.
At least I got this blog.
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