A week later, the same thing happened, and continued every week for a year, until one day the cyclist with the sand bags failed to appear.
A few months later, the cop saw the cyclist living it up downtown. "You sure had us foxed", said the cop. "We knew you were smuggling something across the border. I won't say a word - but what was it you were smuggling? ..... "Bicycles!"
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The pedestrian (lemming) stepped off the kerb into the road without looking and gets knocked down by a passing cyclist:
"You were lucky" said the cyclist. "What are you on about! That really hurt!" said the pedestrian "Usually I drive a bus!" the cyclist replied.
