Monday August 14, 2006 Pete and I
decided to do an evening ride sense neither one of us had plans for the
night. Pete rode over and met me at my house. I had made a copy of a
pinball schematic for Pete and he wanted to pick it up, that was the
original reason he came by. Once he got there we both decided to do a
short ride over to the 7-Eleven in Auburn Hills. Our intent was to get
slurpees at the 7-Eleven.
We rode through the back of my sub
out to Tienken and eventually to Squirrel where we cut through a couple
side streets to get out on Walton where the 7-Eleven is located. When we
got there we each made up our drinks and we were walking to the check out
counter when Pete realized he hadn’t brought any money, big surprise.
This wouldn’t be the first time I would have to buy for Pete. Pete tends
to forget his money quite often. At least I know Pete is good for it and
he will reciprocate and buy something for me in the future.
We took our drinks to go and rode
with them on our way home. It was already relatively late and it would be
getting dark soon so we pretty much headed straight back to my house. On
our way home we enjoyed the cool refreshment from the slurpees and the
occasional brain freeze they tend to give you periodically if you drink
As we were heading north back on
Squirrel again retracing our route from just a few minutes earlier we saw
a bunch of police cars and an EMS vehicle in a parking lot ahead. It was
in the parking lot of an apartment complex right off Squirrel on the west
side of the road. We rode past slowly to see what was going on. I was a
little cautious at first, the last thing I wanted to do was ride my bike
into any gun battles that might be taking place. As we got closer we
noticed what appeared to be a drunken guy already in handcuffs leaning up
against a police car with a few officers surrounding him. They must have
just recently cuffed him because one police office still had his gunned
pointed at the suspect.
I looked over at Pete and he had
this silly grin on his face. I was hoping he wasn’t thinking about
sounding off his air horn as we rode past. No such luck, Pete timed it so
that right when we were riding past the police he blasted his air horn. I
think the loud blast of the air horn startled the policeman holding the
gun because he pulled the trigger of his gun and shot a hole in the tire
of the police car the suspect was leaning up against. All the police
started looking around to figure out where the loud noise came from. Both
Pete and I started looking around too, acting like we were trying to
figure out where the loud noise came from. Luckily none of them ever
assume a noise that loud could come from two old guys riding their bikes
drinking a slurpee and we just kept slowly riding away as the police
continued to look around trying to figure out where that noise came from.
The last thing we wanted to do was stick around long enough for them to
notice air horns mounted to the handle bars of both our bikes.
My heart was still beating fast as
we pulled into my subdivision. The last thing I wanted to do was go to
jail because Pete honked his air horn at a couple policemen. After we
left the scene of the police arrest the rest of the ride home was quite
uneventful, but I have to admit every time I heard the noise of a car
nearby I would look around to see if it was an Auburn Hills police car .
Within a few minutes we were back at my house and Pete continued on to his
house. I looked in the local paper a few days later to see if this
incident was reported, I never did see anything. Maybe they were just too
embarrassed to report they shot a hole in their own tire while arresting
some drunken guy.
Following are the statistics from
the ride, 11.5 miles total, 22.5 max mph, 49 minutes time on bikes and
10.9 average mph and one police car flat tire.