Cop: May I see your license and registration please.
Me: I don’t have any of that…
Cop: What do you mean?
Me: I don’t have a license or insurance…
Cop: I am going to have to ask you to please step off the motorcycle and please sit on the side of the road while I ask you questions.
~I get off my bike and sit down on the curb (however it’s spelled)~
Cop: how old are you?
Cop: hmmm…why did you do this?
Me: we I have recently messed up soo much in my life. I hate being home. Riding is the only thing that helps me get my mind off what I have done. Not that I have killed anyone or similar to that. I just have hurt people’s feelings.
Cop: Sorry to hear that. Well you understand what I am going to do right?
Me: Yes sir, I understood what I was doing the whole time and do accept full responsibility over my acctions. Plus, this is the highlight of my day so far.
Cop: Good because I am not going to give you a ticket and make you ride in the back of a police cruiser. I am going to escort you home or to your destination.
Me: excuse me? I am lost.
Cop: I don’t see a 16 year-old ever riding a Harley, fat boy and tell the homest truth about it. Especially accepting the responsibility of what could he happening if I do decide what to ticket you and also bring you in to the station.
Me: I don’t know what to say…
Cop: get back on and follow me
~ I then get back on my motorcycle and follow the police officer to my friends house~
Cop: please don’t ride the Harley agaon without a license and insurance. You could be in deep shit for that.
Me: Thank you officer…I won’t. ~cop drives away while I stand In the driveway and look confused and sad~