Now I think others may enjoy the way I write and I write this way likely due to having read alot of books. Now I read alot due to having to recover from often doing stupid things which earned me down time, even when I couldn't afford it. So when some assume that wisdom (if that's what this is) doesn't come with a price tag afixed, all I can say is it does when you walk the roads I traveled.
Now I mentioned that I am a biker a time or two and also that I was a police officer. These two didn't mix well in the 70's, especially when your doing both at the same time. Add in the fact that I possess the appearance more like those of the criminal aspect maybe added to make my life more interesting too. As I started building customs bikes in the early 80's( and no longer a P/O), my clientele often wore club colors and casually mentioned they'd kill me if I screwed their ride up. What better inspiration to do good work could one have? Yet I needed the money and this was still part time work as I had full time jobs doing other crap.
The bike wars in Calgary started in 82 and it seemed that I was then included on every cop's radar as I road a custom Harley which only the hardcore usually rode at this time. The 47 Knuckle was also like a billboard advertising my abilities to potential customers but became a magnet for police harassment too. Computers weren't around yet for them to quickly note that I once carried a badge and spreading this word might get me hurt by "said customers". Thus I have kissed more car hoods than most of you during random searches while just going for a bike ride. Various bike clubs have often tried to recruit me and this is only due to them wanting better discounts for the work I do. Can you imagine if any of them knew I was once a P/O? I'd have been blamed for any leaked secret, even those I didn't even know!
Now this lifestyle leads to parties where cereal bowls full of coke are passed around to get you hooked so you become a paying customer tomorrow. I was always cautious but I did attend just the same as such attendance opens doors to more customers for my line of work. I hated when some friend thought I was a jerk because I wouldn't bring them to such invites when the truth was that I'd then feel responsible for them if something went wrong and they got hurt. And it was due to such guilt trips that I eventually gave in to where later brought my wife to such things. She is the one that eventually convinced me I was on a bad road and a "bun in the oven" helped kick me onto another path too. We knew people that died from OD's, suicides some murdered while others simply vanished. We even saw a shooting on TV one day where we knew both the shooter and the victim too, not well but amongst the crowd we knew! These are wakeup calls that suggest it is time for change. Maybe this is why were still married after 30 years too! I truly hope my kids never want to walk such roads as these!
I mention the above likely to show that I am far from wise as a wise man wouldn't have even started down such paths. I did not get into anything "real heavy" but somehow danced along the fence dividing the two worlds I lived in. I have also been in more than my share of fights as the MP trade gave me a confidence that later led to a criminal record for using such knowledge on various occasions. My wife says she dreaded seeing me come home with shop tool boxes in the box of the truck which meant I'd obviously quit another job, usually due to someone pushing my buttons once too often.. I'd then quit before they could fire me for fighting (as they would most likely do) as I'd then have to explain such on my next job app!(yup,real smart eh!) I have never done time behind bars(as there are dangers of putting ex-P/O's there) but once spent a winter in a very isolated bush camp for 6 months to avoid this lifestyle before I ended up in just such a cage. This is where I finally reconciled that you have to like yourself before you can learn to like others. And I also got in alot more reading time too!
Is there any wisdom in the above ramblings? I doubt it! As you might guess, I've had a variety of jobs since marrying too, from driving taxi to tractor trailer, from mechanics to millwright. So which would I profess should be the avenue for those younger to pursue? I enjoyed the medical field most and it drew on the good side of my character. I was good at it although I was just a driver and not an attendant. I still did alot that attendants do and found I loved this type of action more than that of a P/O (although the money sucked in those days). And most folks didn't seem to care about the tattoos and that I was a biker while I was patching them up. The bad part is that when a person dies, at least 5 persons handle the body before it is finally covered over for good, and your more than likely to be one of these 5. The good part is that life will never be boring!

Cheers!
~ Knuckle ~