Fist Bump
I’m sitting at a red light in the left-hand travel lane. To my left is the left turn lane. Lane splitting between those two lanes, and on my left is a Tucson PD Motorcycle officer patiently waiting the green.
Which comes. He is making the motions to proceed but hasn’t moved yet when this utter jerk comes blasting through the cross street, blowing his red, at like 60 miles an hour. The speed limit is 35. I gape as the guy races through the Intersection.
The cop and I exchange a shocked glance. He holds out his fist, the one that was on the throttle a moment ago, we fist bump, and he flips on his lights and siren and takes off after the guy.
It was glorious. Story credit: Reddit / dramboxf