When I was ten years old, I used to bicycle from my grandfather’s house to his farm property eight miles away. I’d sling my .22 rifle on the back of the bike so

When I was ten years old, I used to bicycle from my grandfather’s house to his farm property eight miles away. I’d sling my .22 rifle on the back of the bike so I could go hunt rabbits and as I pedaled down the highway in the hot California sun, I’d pray that I’d run into a cop because they’d always pull over, throw my bike and my rifle in the trunk of their squad car and give me a ride up the road to the property. Good times.