So I'm out getting lunch on my kewl looking, hard to find another yellow one Zuma...
bright and sunny outside, slight wind but in the upper 60s.
Passed an offramp from the freeway... guy sees me but still cuts me off anyway. Decelerating to a stoplight, not a big deal even if it's just 1.5 scooter length space he gave me. Cop on the hotel driveway in his usual spot for speeders (since it's a fairly long straight in between stoplights and it's easy to be doing over 40 or even 50mph.)
Cop pulls out of hotel driveway and I move back to give him space since it's probably better he cuts in while in front of me to get to the lanes (i'm on the far right, by the way). I nod to let him know come thru as I'm backing up a little since I have space behind me.
He says "I'll take care of it for ya." Turns on the lighs, and I hear bleep bleep as he pulls the guy who cuts me off. Didn't see speeding or anything since my scooter can barely make 40 at times. Registration seemed OK. All I think of is he cut me off within clear vicinity of the cop.
Hats off the to the guy. I waved thanks. On the way back, he's coming back from the street where the guy pulled over.. Waved thanks to him again.
Of course, there has to be balance in the universe. So in return of my good luck, I lose the two Netflix envelopes/DVDs in the basket since they flew away. I thought they were heavy enough they won't but two trips up and down the street, I cannot find them. Really strange they're not on the street unless someone picked them up (low traffic on sidewalks too).
"Leaders are like tea; put them in hot water to find out how strong they are." Anonymous