The Best Of The Police

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‎....or the continuing adventures with Merica's Emergency Services.

Fire

It seems that the hotel was not actually on fire. I hope you will understand and forgive my false assumption when I tell you that, as we sat on our balcony, there arrived not one but TWO fire engines, an ambulance and the Sheriff. So what ‎triggered the arrival of every vehicle equipped with flashing lights in a 50 mile radius? Unexploded bomb? Nope. Terrorist cell? Not even close.

A bloke who had cycled to the bar had fallen off in the car park. He didn't actually even appear hurt but, having turned out, every bloke in a uniform want‎ed a crack at him and he was taken off on a trolley under protest.

The Bike Song

Today is national Ride To Work day in Merica. Well, all except one old (and possibly pissed) old lady for whom it was Try And Kill A Cyclist day. She swerved across the road a couple of times before clipping one our riders and knocking her off. Here we go again.....Hello 911?.....yes it is me again, we need some more help.....no, not the helicopter this time, just a policeman.

A California Highway Patrolman was soon on-scene, though disappointingly it wasn't Erik Estrada (is he dead?). Our rider was OK - a few cuts and bruises and very badly shaken - but, again, the cop took our situation very seriously, filled out lots of forms and promised to shoot the old lady should they happen to find her.‎ Having takena peak in the patrol car he was remarkably well equipped for shooting old ladies with LOTS of very big guns!

Hotter Than July

Yes, technically an album title ‎but who gives a rats?

Today the temperature hit 109.....that is almost 43 in Roman Catholic! It was hot! If the great plains are the breadbasket of the US then we are riding through th‎e salad bowl and vegetable drawer. Today we passed the artichoke capital of the world....impressed huh? We are now in Marina and ready to start our assault on Big Sur.
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