The start of a 60 mile straight line, uphill, into the wind, on a hot summer’s day; just the thing for a guy who had his heart broken about an hour ago. Girls – sheesh. What are ya gonna do?
Something I said – or more likely the way I said it – calmed the policeman down. I shake his hand, said “merci beaucoup, bon soir,” put my gloves back on, and simply leave him. I think it’s my confidence that keeps him from shooting me in the back. I keep skating, waiting for him to shoot or call for backup.