Miorry Nobitto

So, there I was standing between two polices cars with my bike parked on the street. I stood there and was just upset about the whole thing. Mixed with anger and nervousness, I decided to sit down on the curb and just rest, because I wasn’t going anywhere. I had planned on going through the Highlands over to U of L and then back to the Riverfront Park, but that plan was shot.

“Well, I am a student and I work,” I said, as if that made a difference.

“We’ll check on your info,” the policeman said. He began to talk on his radio as he held my ID. He went inside his car and brought out a sheet of paper and began to write down stuff on it. I’m not even sure what he wrote.

We had some small talk while we waited for the radio guy to respond back. But, the tension was still there. I should also note that they were as nice as can be given the circumstances. I can tell these cops probably took racial sensitivity classes, because they seemed to be holding back. You usually get an attitude whenever you have to deal with police officers, and especially when you’re black.

They got the call back and I had a clean record, naturally.

The male cop handed me back my ID. “You’re just a hard working guy riding his bike. You’re all clear,” he said, nodding. “We’re sorry about that.”

After a few more words between us, he said, “If you see anything strange, please notify us.”

I shrugged. “I come through here all the time. I’m sure you’ve seen me here before. I see you guys all the time.”

He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve seen you riding through here before. We just had to double check.”

I was still a little upset over the situation, but it could have been a lot worst.

He looked over at my bike and pointed. “That’s a nice looking bike there.”

I kind of got a chuckle out of it because everyone says that about my bicycle. I get more props about my bike more than anything else.

They let me go and I went back to Riverfront Park and back to my car. I was still a little upset for being stopped while riding my bike, and the fact they kind of boxed me in when they pulled me over. But, a part of me understands why they did it. I want cops stop more crimes and less petty speeding and traffic tickets, but not when they stop an innocent man.

Anyway, I didn’t end up in jail or get into anything that bad. And, now every police officer in that “city/town” knows me. I also got a wave from the male cop that pulled me over in the first place two days ago when I rode through there. So, it ended well.

I just thought the story was rather interesting. I’m always witnessing strange things while on my bike anyway.