2006 Story Set
| Date: July 11, 2006 The little blue lights were blinking. On the back of a CHiP bike. (CHiPs, for those of you who live in a cave, are California Highway Patrol officers.) He was zig-zagging in the lane next to me - how they slow down - I quick-stopped before he hit my fender. His bike was actually, it seemed to me at least, little. 'Course, my Tacoma TRD is big. I only saw him 'cause I was checking him out. He was in shape. Trim. Abs. Short-sleeves. I was headed for his thighs when I caught the blinky lights. Good thing. I had not known he was herding a car over. Almost had a CHiP as a hood ornament. That would not bode well------- I braked. Revos hug the road. I stopped and rocked a tad. He glanced my way. I think I look startled. Anyway, he didn't spend long on me. And I got a good view. See - I am writing a collection of short stories - anthologies - called CHiPs out of Uniform. (Oh, Yeah! You can figure that out!) So I check them out. I watched him zig-zag his way to the edge of the road. (They do that to prevent having to stall or stop the motorcycle. Once their boot is down, hard to re-lauch if the target makes a break for it.) Blinky lights on and off, other lights flashing, wobble, wobble, he reaches the side of the road. I am smiling by now, licking on a See's butterscotch lollipop. Traffic was heavy. Watched him saunter to the car. Oh yeah. Hitch that belt. (Weighs about 30 lbs on a regular cop. Much find out what it weighs on a CHiP. Heavy. The pot-bellied CHiPs (A SIN!) wear the belt slung real low. This one was in shape. (Nice.) Boots, gun and leather. Helmet blocked his face. So did those standard dark sunglasses. (Or I would have caught a look of surprise when he looked where he was headed earlier - right into my left front fender at one point.) Still checking him out as I crawled by at 2 MPH. Glad I wasn't being pulled over. Sigh. Maybe I need to be so I could really check them out. Or I could just call ChiP headquarters - see what civilian programs they have. I could get a close-up view then. Jeez. Gun oil and leather. Sets the creative mind to roaming. My sisters think I am a crazy old woman. That may be entirely true. But given the post-work traffic North bound on 880 (especially as 580 East and West was on fire in the pass), and after the traffic on 237, well, I girl should be allowed SOME fun! |
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