We used to race the cops here in the Annual St. Stephen's Charity Race, a relay . They usually came with a couple of bike cop teams and their elite (haw haw) Mountain Bike Team...called the Trail Hogs. The last time they came out the elite women's messenger team laid a whoopin on them. On top of that (and I was right there to see it) this guy named Curty...who incidently had no love for the police....purposely t-boned one of the cops at the cross-over junction. Both he and the cop went for a serious tumble. I asked him later why he sped up to hit the cop and knock himself out of the race? His reply...."when will I get the chance again to crash out a cop with no repercussion's? Touche mon frere...touche. They stopped coming out after that for some strange reason. The firefighters tho....those guys can ride. They finished second to my mighty team of ringers (Me, Joe Diaz, Kevin X) and stuck around after for pints and hitting on the cute messenger girls. Those guys rock.