Originally Posted by BadAssBiker
I passed a double parked cop car on Broadway and got hit with a smoke he flicked out the window. I turned and called him a mother****ing *******, like I would anyone hitting me with trash thrown from their window.
He turns on the lights and sirens and guns it beside me, screaming to pull over. I kept saying no and rode for 3 blocks like that. Finally, he cuts me off and I jump on the sidewalk ready to bolt. He yells to wait, and I ask why and he says... "I just wanted to say I am really sorry".
Wow; best story yet.
I've never been pulled over on a bike so far. We'll see if that changes now that I'm biking a ton more than I was even a few months ago.