Last year, we noticed that the police began patrolling the beach and neighboring areas in ATVs. During the summer, every time we went to the beach—which was pretty much every morning because that’s were we do our yoga, karate, and t’ai chi—we were almost guaranteed to see a couple police on ATVs driving by.

[Go online to see the video of the ATVs.]

Now, I know being a cop is a tough job and a lot of responsibility, but you gotta admit that driving around the beach atop those buggies looks pretty fun. It’s too bad they are gas-powered and not electric (and silent), but I digress…

We’ve only had one confrontation with the police at the beach. One day, Papa, Kyle, and I went down to the beach with a backpack containing breakfast: two croissants, two (glass) bottles of Juice Squeeze, and hot cocoa for Papa. During yoga, I thought of the backpack and it’s contents, sitting in the sun, so I removed the juices and placed them in the shade of the backpack. But then I realized that glass containers are not allowed on the beach, so I figured I’d place the bottles back in the bag and put the whole thing in the shade of a rock.

It was at that moment that I heard the sound of an ATV come out of nowhere. I was busted.

• Officer: Excuse me! Good morning. Can I see some ID?
• Me (Luke): I… er… I don’t have…
• Officer: Well, it looked like you had some bottles with brown liquid in that backpack…
• Me: Oh! (I get it, he thinks I have beer!) No, this is just Juice Squeeze! [I pull it out and show him.]
• Officer: Oh, OK, nevermind. Hey…didn’t I see you guys on that TV show…

(I would love to use that to get out of a speeding ticket someday, but I’ve yet to be pulled over.)