Originally Posted by lucklust
There's a bike cop who always patrols my commute. Whenever I see him, I deliberately flaunt my disregard for traffic laws even more than usual (if that's possible). I've always secretly hoped that he'll try and chase me. I know I can't outrun a radio, but I can sure as hell outrun a 5'10 260lb cop on a MTB.
I'm going to be out in SF the first week of August. I think I'd pay to see this.