The Fuzz

After a very nervewracking and disorienting two hour detour I find myself back on a civilized road onto the city of Windorah known for its solar power research. On the outskirts of town sit five gleaming solar shields pointing toward the never ending sun. I check into my cabin style hotel and set out to find a grub n pub, I step through the door at the first of the only two possible pubs in this town of 80 people. Behind me I hear "you moind steppin outsoid" I turn around to see a heavily muscled, stubby man wearing running shorts and construction boots. He was holding out a folding wallet with a shiny police badge dangling at the end of it. Judging by his body language I sense he is exremely agitated. He squacks out "what gives you the roit to roid around moi town helmetless", I then realize I left my helmet back in my room due to the searing heat. He continues "you just topped moi list of most annoying tourists" I attempt to give a sincere,apologetic explanation that is met with more berating and answerless questions. The little nazi is further irritated when I can only produce a learners permit. Im sure the fact im from southern California, driving a brand new BMW and a good foot taller than him didnt help my case. He waddled back to his police truck to push buttons and flip dials. I think "shit, this could be the end of my oddesey, time to problem solve" I spot a Harley sticker on the back of his truck. After what seemed an eternity, he returns, before he can speak I say "I wish Harley made an enduro bike" his expression softned, I asked, "do you ride"?, he answers, "yes" I sense his jets have cooled and I continue to beat his down with and possible commanality we might have. He hesitantly hands me back my lisence and passport and says "have a safe trip and wear your bloody helmet! I thank him and head back into the bar to cool my nerves with a couple of Victoria Bitters, I cant wait to leave this one horse town!!