Mr Crudley
Glock in your sock
Pity the fine local constabulary of Newcastle didn't put the same effort into finding your lost steeds.I've enjoyed more than my for share of this shit.
Pity the fine local constabulary of Newcastle didn't put the same effort into finding your lost steeds.I've enjoyed more than my for share of this shit.
One night I was pulled over about a block from my house...bag emptied onto the footpath, wallet emptied onto the footpath, pockets...etc etc etc. They were sure I was riding a stolen bike! Or they just wanted to hassle me. I made no effort to reduce the tension and did indeed ask them if they had found any of my stolen bikes. When they decided I wasn't running drugs on a stolen bike etc they just hoped in their car and left me to pick up all my scattered shit. I was on the way home from the grocery store.Pity the fine local constabulary of Newcastle didn't put the same effort into finding your lost steeds.
I guess the shotgun approach to herding up anyone on a bike and thinking that they are bike thief works sometimes.........Errrrr....When they decided I wasn't running drugs on a stolen bike etc they just hoped in their car and left me to pick up all my scattered shit. I was on the way home from the grocery store.
In their defence they probably saw you riding a bike only to see it reported as stolen the next day. After seeing this more than once they probably started to notice you.One night I was pulled over about a block from my house...bag emptied onto the footpath, wallet emptied onto the footpath, pockets...etc etc etc. They were sure I was riding a stolen bike! Or they just wanted to hassle me. I made no effort to reduce the tension and did indeed ask them if they had found any of my stolen bikes. When they decided I wasn't running drugs on a stolen bike etc they just hoped in their car and left me to pick up all my scattered shit. I was on the way home from the grocery store.
I used to take my roadie to long shut-downs. Never an issue in Kinky Roy but in Bilo I was stopped at least once per shut. One time at band camp, oops, one time I rode out to Banana. Cop car passed me twice in each direction. Next trip got stopped in Banana and asked all the typical questions including why the fuck are you riding out to this shithole in the middle of the night. Because I didn't get back to the hotel and fed until 8pm? I need to wind down, etc. Same trip stopped me again an hour or so later outside the hotel. Same questions. Licence? Inside my room, didn't know I needed a licence for a velocopede. Anyway that ended well. Searched my empty water bottle for drugs. Apparently. I dropped into the station the next day to find the Sgt was the same guy who was there when we built the place. Mate give your nightshift something to do other than interrupt my rides. Worked for a while.One night I was pulled over about a block from my house...bag emptied onto the footpath, wallet emptied onto the footpath, pockets...etc etc etc. They were sure I was riding a stolen bike! Or they just wanted to hassle me. I made no effort to reduce the tension and did indeed ask them if they had found any of my stolen bikes. When they decided I wasn't running drugs on a stolen bike etc they just hoped in their car and left me to pick up all my scattered shit. I was on the way home from the grocery store.
One night I was in a cafe on what was at the time the town's busiest cafe strip. A group of police (let's say 10, not a small group not a large group) came on and consumed coffee. They were there for a long time. Later that night as I rode home I was pulled over about 400m from my street. In the process one of the two police officers proposed that they had seen me on Darby street and now they see me again riding around on my bike...that seems a little suspicious doesn't it? Well I suggested the suspicious thing was how long they sat in the cafe drinking coffee with their colleagues and that they were now following me, a private citizen going about their business, around and harrassing me. I was threatened with the taser and these guys had themselves a good look through my bag as well. Once again I had an assortment of groceries in there...once upon a time there was a 24hr supermarket between this popular cafe strip and my house, so grabbing groceries on the way home was easy and convenient.In their defence they probably saw you riding a bike only to see it reported as stolen the next day. After seeing this more than once they probably started to notice you.
Police are not there to protect the people they are there to protect the status quo.One night I was in a cafe on what was at the time the town's busiest cafe strip. A group of police (let's say 10, not a small group not a large group) came on and consumed coffee. They were there for a long time. Later that night as I rode home I was pulled over about 400m from my street. In the process one of the two police officers proposed that they had seen me on Darby street and now they see me again riding around on my bike...that seems a little suspicious doesn't it? Well I suggested the suspicious thing was how long they sat in the cafe drinking coffee with their colleagues and that they were now following me, a private citizen going about their business, around and harrassing me. I was threatened with the taser and these guys had themselves a good look through my bag as well. Once again I had an assortment of groceries in there...once upon a time there was a 24hr supermarket between this popular cafe strip and my house, so grabbing groceries on the way home was easy and convenient.
Policy enforcers.Police and not there to protect the people they are there to protect the status quo.
They need to have something to fill in the time. Those shifts can be long.Police are not there to protect the people they are there to protect the status quo.
Isn't that why God invented donuts?They need to have something to fill in the time. Those shifts can be long.
and sex-workers...Isn't that why God invented donuts?
Isn't that why God invented donuts?
Well, they have something in commonand sex-workers...
They're both sweet?Well, they have something in common
Especially when glazedThey're both sweet?
You do youEspecially when glazed
Self glazing donuts. Delicious.You do you
That I do believe, is the consequences of a lifestyle choiceI hate when the sticky glaze gets all over my hands and I have no way to clean it off.
.I hate when the sticky glaze gets all over my hands and I have no way to clean it off.
With all the hair he says he has, that would be like using velcro