Look, I expect gangsta mamis in Nissan Maximas to cut me off as they struggle to hold their cellphones with their shoulder.I expect fools in tinted out Escalades with overpriced rims to park in bike lanes, as the fix the EQ to zone into "This is why i'm hot (the remix).
Obviously, Bedford-locked curl dangling top hat guys will use any piece of the road as a passing lane as they rush around doing their holy work, bike lane or not.
But NYPD? The fuckin cops who are supposed to enforce safety and peace? What is this? Machiavelli the Prince put into action? If people can't love or respect you, the must fear you? Is this some sort of a crazy competition as to how much shit a cop can get away with before his papa cop tells him to knock it down a tad?
Why would a cop run a red light or a stop sign? Park in a bike lane? Why would a cop give a ticket to someone who's parked in a bike lane if they park there themselves? What are we supposed to do? Are we supposed to kick the cop car as we ride by? Yell at it? Take photos and send it to the mayor or whoever? Write petitions? Set the fuckin police cruisers on fire? Throw rocks at them from a secret location as they drive by? Spit on a cop car then waste your time dealing with a pointless summons? Fuck a police officers stay-at-home wife, dirty - then leave a "Parked my BIKE COCK in your wifes ASS" note, while the pig hubby goes about his daily business along with a lil order of Vietnamese food from the comfort of a nearby bikelane?What do YOU think?
