the very same night i had my bihawk cut/coloured, a van full of Brooklyn's Finest nailed me running a red in brooklyn at 02.00... no cars or other cyclists were anywhere around. they asked me if i was an art student and if i was spraying graffiti. then they followed me halfway home making sure i stopped at every single red. trackstanding in the man's headlights at a clear intersection waiting for a light in the middle of the night is a strange feeling.