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I came across something that reminded me of a funny story tonight and figured I would share it with you guys. I grew up in a very small town where everyone knew everybody, just about everybody sold liquor, and we all had a brother named Bicycle. Bicycles real name was Danny Simmons and he picked up the name bicycle because he always rode a bike. Bicycle was mentally impared but if you messed with him everyone would beat the hell out of you, It happened from time to time but the same person would never do it again.Now bicycle was the town worker, he worked for the store one day, then the next he worked in our yard, then the neighbors, heck he had a full time job doing side jobs for the town. He didnt have a home really so many nights he stayed with my family and we always ended up in trouble somehow. Now he had a fascination with adding stuff and customizing his bikes. He would put boom boxes on some, others with car batteries and headlights, just something always crazy. Hell he had one with a cb on it and it worked! SO one day he found some police flashing lights, some office in the next town gave them to him and thats when everything went crazy. Now in a small town like where Im from, people drinked alot, and we never had police just deputy sheriff's, and they never drove around. So people never had to worry about getting pulled over, and the moonshiners never worried about getting caught delivering their moonshine. So one night me and my Grandfather are sitting outside his laundry mat and look up the road and heres comes bicycle with them lights on and boys hes a moving fast. A little while later he comes back this time behind a truck. Well the truck runs off the road, the occupants get out and run like heck out through the woods thinking its the law, but naw its just bicycle. Everyone finally figures out who it is and they are seriously upset but cooler heads prevail, a hour or so later heres comes another up highway 9, they pass and bicycle pulls out from the side road same thing again but this time they dont stop. Well everyone learns eventually its bicycle pulling people over and they all get a good laugh about it and then it happens. One night about 11:00 on a saturday night a woman runs in the laundry mat and says we need to call the police, we ask her why and she says a naked black guy on a bicycle pulled her over and said he needed some clothes, well I about peed on myself laughing, My Grandfather didnt think it was so funny. We go out and find bicycle and sure enough hes lost his clothes, he told us a woman up the road said she was gonna wash them then tried to kiss him and he just took off running,LOL SO here we are with a bicycle in the back of a truck with dern police lights flashing going down the road and guess who we meet, yep the state trooper. He pulls us over and finds just who hes looking for, we explain, he takes the lights and lets us go. Bicycle was a funny hard working guy, some of the best times I remember was spent with him, He was everybodys brother.
