They got nothing to do with my cycling, everything to do with my loser upstairs neighbors and calling 911 at 1am because there's caustic white powder filling the front hallway and everyone claiming to know nothing about it. Except the guy who ran off drunk and high.

Oh, and the same neighbor wondering if I need all those bikes (one track frame, one road frame which shares a wheelset, and a single speed mtb) because he'd like to buy one off me. Now keep in mind I gave the guy an old Raleigh this Summer and he lost it...