Stalkers

Last week, I was driving back from the girlfriend’s house, about midnight or so on a Tuesday. I was mostly driving through residential neighbourhoods, on a 50 km/h main drag, but one portion passed through a city park which spans most of the city, and has underground tunnels for the pedestrians and bike-riders.

Most of the time, people go through here at 65 or 70 – and it’s perfectly safe. There’s few, if any, pedestrians walking along the road, and given that it’s a mild valley the extra momentum can be useful for making your way up the other side. They don’t post it as 70, of course, because it’s only about 400 meters long, and posting the difference would encourage jackasses to drive through at ninety; but I jog through the area most days, and none of the ‘speeders’ have ever caused me a moment of concern.

But regardless of how innocuous this short passage is – let alone the fact that there were no pedestrians at that hour – as I crested the rise (thankfully doing 53) I saw a cop cruiser waiting at the next intersection, just waiting to catch a ‘speeder’.

Instead of chasing after criminals – these pigs are stalking the citizens. Now that’s what I call professional pride.

Welcome to Calgary.