One of my most proud moments as a cyclist was bombing through my college campus just at the lunch hour, this was a slight down hill with a tail wind, and I attracted the attention of the Pinkerton-in-a-Cushman that was supposed to be giving out parking tickets. He decided to give chase in his three wheeled contraption, lights and siren yes sir, as I made my way to the student center. This is right down the main drag of our campus and this hot pursuit became the spectacle of the day.

The best part for me was a professor of mine heard the siren, turned, and saw the finale of the action. It gave him such a laugh (he literally rolled on the ground) that I not only was guaranteed a pass in his totally difficult Music Theory class (I had no business being in this class) but I got a great apartment sitting gig (he had an amazing place) out of it. An adrenalized Barney Fife gave me this lecture about safety that attracted a most appreciative crowd. Like a toothless dog after he "caught" me he had no idea what to do with me. He could write a citation for illegal parking but he couldn't give a speeding ticket.

I got pulled one other time on a military post for speeding. 40 in a 25 zone. Big tail wind. MP was not any where near as funny as the rent-a-cop but had no more idea what to do with me. Stern lecture and no appreciative audience.