In the area in which we live there are a tremendous amount of moped riders.

For those of you who don’t know, a moped is a gas powered vehicle, with an engine very similar to that of a weed-eater, maximum speed 20 miles per hour. These vehicles do not require a license to drive, so are the choice vehicles of those without a license, especially those recently convicted of a DUI.

Ryan and I were sitting on our front porch last night, drinking coffee like a couple of old folks, when we saw a couple of moped-riding idiots.  They were riding side by side one in the middle of each lane.  As they came around the turn, Ryan said “take a picture of these idiots,” but before I could snap the picture there was a Sheriff Deputy right behind them.

The moped rider in the left lane quickly moved to the right lane, slowing down as the deputy turned on his siren behind him.  The other moped rider chose to run from the deputy and made a quick exit down a dirt path next to our house.  The other, we’ll call him “blue,” politely pulled over.

This incident made me thankful that we live where we do, the biggest crime of the weekend was a moped rider, riding in the wrong lane with no hands and a moped riding fugitive who decided to evade the police.