Nope, it's not what you're thinking.
About six years ago, I was coming home late from Moped Monday. I lived in an apartment on the Ave, and was locking up to a bike rack in front of the Radio Shack. I was more than a little intoxicated, and ready to hit the sack.
From the corner of my eye I spot a cop car slowly roll up and stop. A warning goes off in my brain, but I ignore the car. I fumble with my keys, hoping that he moves on and doesn't try to give me a hard time about parking on the sidewalk. Regardless, no one wants to talk to a cop when you've got whiskey on your breath.
The window rolls down. I don't look up.
"Hey!" Okay, I finally look up. "Is that a Kinetic?"
Puzzled, I respond, "No, it's a Puch."
"Oh, I've got a Kinetic. I ride it all the time!" Turns out a fellow moped rider just wanted to chat.
Cops and mopeds rarely collide in a way that works well. Usually it's just a recipe for frustration on both parts.
It's like the joke goes: What do you call a moped rider in a suit? The defendant.
This is an oddball article from Moped Biking magazine, circa 1977. It's worth reading. It's pretty clear that, just like today, most cops hate mopeds. Officer Friendly, who's spotlighted in the photos, is obviously not a fan of these moped-things. I can only imagine how much he must have hated riding away from the precinct on the Puch. I can almost hear the ribbing Im sure he took. I'd love to see a conversation between this NYC moped cop and my Seattle cop-moped-enthusiast.
As if cops on mopeds in NYC isn't weird enough, the whole article has a renaissance fair as its backdrop.
Think about this one next time you're pulled over.