I was riding at about 9 pm one summer evening in Baltimore about 2 years ago when a police car came up behind me, put on his lights and siren and pulled me over. The officer got out of the car, shone a flashlight in my eyes so that I could see nothing else, and asked me what I was doing. I stated the obvious (I was out for a ride), and he proceeded to give me both a lecture and physics lesson on who would win the collision if me and a car were to meet. When I asked what law I had broken, the cop told me that my flashing red light had to be attached to my bike (I had it attached to my leg). I was lit up like a Christmas tree with headlights, a flashing red attached to my leg, reflectors on my helmet, pedals, and shoes, and a reflective vest. I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut, but was furious at being treated like a child. My only solace was that it was perfectly clear from looking at this bully that he had never ridden a bike and had stopped in too many doughnut shops!