So as I'm sitting in my girlfriends apartment this afternoon there's a knock on the door. Check the peephole and it's a cop. Open the door and the first this he asks is if I'm the owner of a black Harley? My gf lives in an ok-ish neighborhood, but one that I always carry a gun in past dark. So, as I start to get animated asking about my bike, this motherfucker says "Don't worry your bike is fine, we're wondering if you know about the green Ninja a few spaces down." So after I catch my breath and stifle my rising anger I see my bike still standing and ask the cop why he came here? His response was "Well, most bikers ride together." I was so pissed. He could have just straight out asked if I knew about the other bike rather than fuck with my emotions. Cops don't show up for cookies and milk. Anyway, end of story.