The pic in the first post is the actual bike. It's in really nice shape.
Drop the word 'bling'. :whistle:
Her drunk boyfriend was standing at the driver's door of the truck when the first cop arrived, so he was cuffed and put in the back. That's when the lady who got hit said a girl was the driver, not the guy. The cop took off on foot looking for her and I followed the woods line looking for trampled brush.
I hollered for the cop who had overshot by a couple of parking lots and told her to come out. She was sitting in a stream where she had slipped and fallen. She was soaking wet and both legs were streaming blood from running through the shrubbery. I told her to get out of there and she said she was going to see her grandfather.
:drink:
I started to walk down the embankment and the cop told me not to help her. "She got in there by herself and she can get out by herself."
She made no sense and started to struggle and kick at the cop so he cuffed her behind her back and we headed back to his car. By this time there were 2 more cops there.
She said the guy was driving and he said she was driving. She then said, "You can't believe him, all black men lie." He stuck his nose through the bars in the side window and just kept saying, "Oh no. Nope, nope. No, no.
Meanwhile, she's sitting on the curb begging to go take a pee and squirming like a 3 year old. Here comes the really bad part. She had a short denim skirt and no panties. It was NOT a pretty site.
Never in my life did I think I would change my position NOT to see one, but I did.
All the cops were looking at each other, shaking their heads and grinning.
When he asked for her driver's license she said she didn't have one because she didn't drive. From the back seat came another volley of, "Oh no. Nope, nope. No, no.
She said she just wanted to go home because she just got out of jail yesterday. :whhooo:
SCORED!~!!!
