To Protect and To Serve...only when dry
I've been seeing such weird things lately, maybe I ought to get out more often. Today's sighting was pretty darn funny.
We're driving down Huntington Ave right by the Brookline line when it starts pouring. Torrential rains, an absolute downpour. We drive under the bridge as Huntington heads into Mission Hill and there are not one, but two Boston motorcycle cops standing around chatting each other up, keeping dry. Everyone else had bicycles under the bridge.
Evidentially when it rains there is something in the BPD contract that says they do not have to endure the rain. Nice.
Damn, I love this city.
Stumble It!
JBlog Me
We're driving down Huntington Ave right by the Brookline line when it starts pouring. Torrential rains, an absolute downpour. We drive under the bridge as Huntington heads into Mission Hill and there are not one, but two Boston motorcycle cops standing around chatting each other up, keeping dry. Everyone else had bicycles under the bridge.
Evidentially when it rains there is something in the BPD contract that says they do not have to endure the rain. Nice.
Damn, I love this city.
Labels: Boston, Holy Crap, Humor, Police, Weather, Wicked Pissah
Stumble It!
JBlog Me
posted @6/24/2008 09:22:00 PM
2 Comments:
I grew up in a biker family (Suzukis, not Harleys, but still), and overpasses were known as serious shelter. Folks could hang there until the storm passed or just pull over and don their rain gear.
It's just common sense. With slick city roads and the drivers we have, operating a bike in the rain is pretty dangerous.
I'm sure if dispatch came over with a call, they'd brave it and respond, but whats the point in paroling when everyone and their mother is running for a dry stop because, evidently, 95% of the population melts in rain.
:)
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