Oh man, this was great. I'm in my home town in FL to see my folks, and pressed my old schwinn mtb from like 1992 back into service for a run over to my grandfather's house 3 blocks away. End up rolling back just after dark, and of course my suburban town is so devoid of cyclists that anyone out after dark without spandex is clearly an illegal immigrant who can't afford a car out looking for some house to break into, so this cop lights up the lights. I was thinking he was just passing me, but he stays behind and so I roll over into the grass. Gives me the full-on about how I am required to have a light. Sorry sir, I was only going 3 blocks and didn't even think I'd be coming back this late. He heads back to the car to run my ID. Backup (yes, backup, for a calm individual on a bike) shows up, and asks me if I live around here. Yes, your friend over there has my ID, but it lists my address as a block away from where we're standing, and could you please turn your lights off, you're scaring Mrs. Robertson, I can see her looking out the window at us. He gives me a funny look, but doesn't turn off the flashers. This whole mess takes like 20 minutes a and they finally let me go, and so I walk the bike down the street. They yell after me that I can ride it if I want. WTF?

I'm glad they're patrolling the crap out of my affluent white neighborhood, but come on, is just riding a bike really a cause for suspicion? It's not like they actually pulled me over for not having a light, they'd have written me a ticket for it if they cared about that. Total BS, go find some real crime, boys.