A New Hand

I going home by bicycle with a friend of mine, a patrol car was stopping at a railroad crossing. We trying to go past hastily, a bicycle just came from the opposite side. The policeman said us "stop, both" to direct traffic. Saying "yes", we tried to leave having a thankful heart on my mind. However "stop!"

Eh? Did we do something wrong? We wondered and knew the reason why we were forced to stop. The reason was parallel running. "This week being Traffic Safety Week, we won't ask your address." We had to tell him our name. "Are you on your way home from work?" …We are students. "Where is your university?" "What year are you?" "Being 20 years old, you…you have learned about the rule, haven't you?" "D…Don't run like this. Y…You may get hurt."

Oh my goodness! We carelessly got irritated. It seemed that he was still a new policeman, bit his tongue and what he said wasn't persuasive.

We were released at last and started going ahead then ladies' group came by bicycle from the opposite side. They did complete parallel running. The policeman might not warn them. He must strict people of feeble strength. I wanted to see that they were warned.

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