Tonight I passed two sheriff's squad cars performing a vehicular love-toilet in, of all places, the bike lane. South of the Austin airport, along Burleson road, the bike lane veers away from traffic and widens enough for these two deputies to join in their automo-erotic embrace like copulating dragonflies. Of course their lights were off and they were out of view of motor vehicle traffic, a posture less serve-and-protect and more I'll-show-you-mine-if-you-show-me-yours.
I had to roll deep into the grass to avoid smearing against their trophallactic conjugation. No wonder bike cops make more arrests than their furtive four-wheeled brothers in blue.