Again last night, we found ourselves riding home late, overcoming the burden of the last train, when, despite lights blinking and casual speeds, a cop jogs up, asking that we stop. He explained in Japanese that a bicycle had been stolen an hour previous and he was required to check our registration. Though he and his eventual partner were very polite, apologetic even, the whole event demands an answer to this question: did he receive no description of the stolen bicycle? He must not have, for had he a description, one would assume that pulling over two mama-cheri bicycles, one dark red, the other silver, would indicate a likeness on behalf of one of the two in question. However, he checked out both registrations, though made no mention of positive ID or similarity or the like, and decided we owned the bikes and let us go. So, I suspect, either there was no stolen bike and the whole story was made up as an excuse to pull us over, or there was a stolen bike and it was an excuse to pull us over. Either way, those cops had to have been so bored (he even mentioned that a guy and a girl together don't fit the profile of bike thieves but stopped us regardless), but I guess, and this is OK really, bored cops=safe city.
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