I was awakened by the sound of idling, and idle chit-chat.
I peeped out the window to see two cops, on police motorcycles, parked outside my house. They were side by side, perpindicular to the sidewalk, facing the street, in between two parked cars. Right underneath my bedroom window.
After a few minutes, one of them took off. A cyclist after my own heart, he went the wrong way for about 15 feet of my one-way street, then turned left and took off down the two-way street. (I do this myself every time I leave my house in that direction.) I heard a bleep from his siren (an advantage I do not have when bending the traffic laws).
Then a few minutes later, the other one took off after him.
I thought it was over until I heard more idling. I looked out again, and sure enough, one of them was back. In my head I composed a rant about how idling is ILLEGAL, don’t you know, and also really noisy and annoying, and is it really keeping my neighbourhood safe from murderers for him to sit idling under my window?
Then, as if he heard me, he switched off. Yippee!
Then the other cop came back, and they both sat there with their engines off for a while.
Then one took off.
Then the other took off.
Then they both came back.
What are they doing? What kind of police operation would require occasional drive-bys from motorcycle cops at 8:30 in the morning?
Should I go out and ask them?
I’ll let you know if I hear any gunshots …