The only moving violation ticket I've ever gotten was thirty or so years ago when I ran a stop sign on my bicycle. It was six o'clock on a Saturday morning in Eugene, Oregon, near the U of O campus, and the only people on the road were me and the cop in his car. I think the only reason he pulled me over was because he had a ride-along observer with him, a tall, blond girl, and he wanted to flex his authority in front of her. I was miffed but just paid the ticket, which back then was, what, $15.00? Taught me to watch very carefully for cops near stop signs.