They have a newish invention that allows them to communicate to other Police people. It's called a radio. The problem is that the radio "waves" seem to out run my scoot. I think I need a faster bike, or a transporter beam (Beam me up, Scotty!).
The other thing is that the radio waves seem to go up as well, and they get intercepted by funny looking aeroplanes with wings that go round and round. You can tell these funny looking aeroplanes because at night, they have huge lights which cast a beam, looking for evil motorcyclists...
With all this technology, you think they'd be working out how to reduce interest rates and how to catch actual criminals (and then actually convict the assholes).
Or they could use it for "real" good and work out how to get Trinny and Susannah out to help Aunty Helen...
It’s diametrically opposed to the sanitised existence of the Lemmings around me in the Dilbert Cartoon hell I live in; it’s life at full volume, perfect colour with high resolution and 10,000 watts of amplification.
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