It was just a quiet evening after work I had set out for a drive hoping to catch the sunset. As I came up to bullworth drive, I was cut off by a ricer civic on his phone which distracted me causing me to take the wrong turn. I didn't want to turn around cuz uturns are for pussies so I pushed on and after a couple of miles I found myself on a highway leading to the city. The highway was smooth with the occasional road patches over cracks, and pretty much straight with just one gradual bend. So I revved my beast and pulled up the front wheel and rode like dat forever. Did combos n shit. At the end there was an intersection but I rolled my rubber right through it. Finally I got past the suburban area of the highway near the end towards the edge of the city, rolled a stoppie 50 meters and turned around (was a stoppie 180, as i said Uturns are for pussies)

On my way back I tried to life the front wheel again but to my surprise a car drove right up my ass making a strange screaching sound. It had blue and red flashing lights I thought it was just another hoon until a mans voice on a microphone said: "pullover we only want to see who you are then you can go" I'm thinking fuck, its the powlice. But he seemed so kind he was not arresting me he only wanted to know my name so I pulled over at a stranded emergency phone. He got out of his car and ran over as I held out my fist to bump him but me tackled me off my bike and cuffed me. He told me he saw my assault on the way down the highway towards the city. He told me I'd done it this time. I'd murdered the streets. Fack yes my friends we done it.

and a 50 metre one too..

murder the streets with a stoppie?