I was riding to my GF's house and cutting through this park that acts as a shortcut (Druid Hill for Bmore folk) when I see a wall of cop cars with their lights on and their spots pointed in my direction. I slow down and one of them tells me to turn around. I gave him a confused "huh?" and be proceeded to explain that there have been lots of armed robbery reports lately and that the park closes at 11:00.

Sweet.

So I cut around back through parts of my neighbor hood not previously explored (Reservoir Hill), when I see a strange lump in the middle of the road. The foot long rat and I both became aware of eachother simultaneously, and his reaction was to run under my front wheel and then shoot up into my cranks. I looked down for signs of decapitation but luckily there were none.

I then see a bridge that looks like it cuts over the highway, and would put me back on track, it climbs up, levels out and then suddenly turns into descending stairs. Hit the brakes run down the stairs onto what is basically a sidewalk on a highway exit, every inch of which is sprinkled with glass (28th street). Fun times.

Just some of the perks of riding a bike in Baltimore: Cops redirecting you "for your own safety", suicidal rats, and random bridges that set you down in a meadow of glass. BELIEVE!