The rider sat on his bike and looked back in the gloom through his mirror, The cop exited his vehicle, he stood for a second adjusting himself. The rider smiled...thinking to himself, just once you'd think these dudes wouldn't feel the need,to adjust thjemselves every time they got out. The long slow stroll to the bike came next. Not wishing to have a gun drawn upon him the rider just sat on his bike tapping his boot on the ground.. Licence, and proof of insurance thanks. said the officer. I'm going to reach into my jacket, officer...said the rider. Ok but make it slow. An audible click sounded....the rider knew the officer had taken the strap from his holster. He reached into his jacket and found what he was looking for by feel alone. He pulled his hand out in plain sight..and handed over his lience and insurance paper. The officer took the documents..haven't seen you round before!...said the cop. Come again? Haven't seen you round before said the cop again. Well you must be new in town, I've lived here all my life...said the biker. Been here 6 months...so yeah i spose I am relatively new to the area. Still i haven't seen you before, and i work this side of town alot and at night. We I usually don't come home through town much..but tonight was a nice night for a ride so i came through town. Yeah it is a particularly fine night said the officer...These are fine thanks...he said handing them back. The rider took his documents back and returned them to his pocket in his jacket. Officer said the biker, I don't want to appear rude, but why did you stop me. ? Because I can...replied the officer. True enough...said the rider. Any other reason? Well like you say I'm new to town, and I'm just feeling my way a bit...actually I ride too... Yeah thats nice...listen can i get going...I 'd love to chew the fat with ya, but i'm kinda late...Yeah way you go...take care now. The officer returned to his car. The rider clicked on the ignition and hit the starter....click..he hit it again click...shit! The rider just looked heavenward....then stared straight ahead...the garage down the road was closed...Damn!..he mumbled aloud. He heard the cruiser car door open again...The offcier got out...Won't start eh!....The rider felt like returning a barbed comment, but he thought better of it..and buttoned his lip. he shook his head to the negative...thats ok bud, i got a jumper pack in the boot. Why don't you get busy and lift that seat, Then we'll see if we can't get you going...The rider turned in the saddle and looked back..The officer was alone....he wondered who he meant by we?....
He saw the officer open the trunk and start fishing around in the boot. He climbed off and clicked his seat..the pad lifted and was off. He came wandering back with a jumper pack...He lit his torch put the jumper pack down next to the bike and and held the two leads...The rider stepped back watching...The officer checked for the negative lead and then clamped the negative prong on the battery...he then took the positive lead and connected that...when your ready...the rider leaned in and flicked the starter..the bike fired first go...hmmm musta been condensation of them terminals...said the officer un clippin the leads, and setting them to the ground...he then put the jumper pack on the sidewalk...Nice pan he said....how come you don't have a kick starter?...I built this from the ground up..everything is new...the pan covers are the only thing that makes this a pan...besides the frame of course...I see that, said the officer...I got a 76 shovel myself. i wrench me own too..don't trust no one else.. Say here's my card maybe one day we can get together swap stories share a beer and maybe even get some wind....whattaya say? He held out his card...the rider took the proferred card and jammed it in his pocket..Maybe...say thanks for the jump...No problems...see you then. The officer grabbed his jump pack and headed back to his cruiser..put it in the boot..and jumped in..he fired his car and pulled out and was gone. The rider put the seat pad back in place and clicked the studs..climbing back on his bike he reached down into his pants pocket...and retreived the card....Deputy John Gates..Flagton PD. Cell and home numbers...FLAGTON! thats 40 mile or so back the way he had come...Who was that guy....that was a city cop car, what was he doing driving a city cop car when he was local deputy from a town 40 mile away...