Oh yes, I'm rolling through Nyack @ 8AM, and I bomb a red light. A cop pulls me over. I'm all apologetic. He sits in his car, and I figure he's going to write me a ticket. So I look over there and he's reading this traffic law manual. Then he comes out and says he's going to let me off with a warning.

I think the problem was he couldn't quite figure out how to write a traffic summons to a cyclist. He seemed peeved that I had no ID on me. I shrugged. Gave him my name and address and he found me on the computer. Anyway, no ticket today.