Our motor sergeant is a great guy. He goes to bat for us when a complaint comes in about one of us (which is more often than not).
Well our motor sergeant was the newest member to the motor cop profession. The rest of us have been doing the motor cop job for years. Now when you see our entire motor unit together, you'd think "now there's a group of dedicated officers, highly trained accident re-constructionists who love their job."
We actually look like adults, the majority of us sport mustaches (with a hint of gray) and with thinning hair (must be from wearing the helmet most of the day). Looks can be deceiving because we have to be one of the most juvenile group of men around. This distinction doesn't belong exclusively to our department as its been my experience that other department's motor units are just as juvenile.
So to break in our new motor sergeant, we'd always turn on his motorcycle siren. The siren would only sound after he turned the ignition switch on and believe me it is loud and an attention getter. Needless to say for about the first six months he never checked it. Every time we'd leave our favorite coffee place the sound of his siren would pierce the morning silence followed by our loud laughter.
Eventually our sergeant caught on and learned to check his siren and emergency lights before turning on his ignition. What we started doing next was to turn on his heated hand grips as high as they would go.
He was catching on quick and we were running out of pranks to pull on him. Well not to let a funny streak end, I decided it would be funny to put is motorcycle in third gear and watch him stall as he began to take off.
Typically us motor cops will put our feet up on the foot boards as soon as the bike starts moving and do a sharp turn which we refer to as a pull-out. We tend to pull out very sharply hoping to bump the front tire of the motorcycle next to us with our saddle bag.
On this particular day the sergeant parked his motor to the right of the rest of our motors. So after we all were mounted on our steel steeds with the V-twin engines low rumble we nodded to our sergeant to pull-out first and we'd follow.
It was hilarious to hear his engine rev up as the motor started to move forward. The handle bars turned hard right, the motor lurched forward then stalled. As we expected, he did the usual feet up on the foot boards as he fell over in the parking lot.
I thought I had broken a rib I was laughing so hard. All of us were in tears. Of course the Harley being a heavy bike we absolutely felt obligated to help the sergeant pick up his motor......after we had taken out our digital cameras and taken several pictures. We motor cops do love a photo opportunity!
Needless to say we never pulled that prank on the sergeant again.