Ok, so story time kids
I've been trying to get into to shape again & save some gas money, so I've been riding my bike to work. It's a short ride, about a 1 1/2 miles, 14-16 minutes. Nothing major, why not.
Oh yeah, did I mention I have to be at work at 5am, and the road is mildly lit? No? Well, now you know.
Ok, so now you have the set up.
Today, I'm doing my thing, pedalling away and wearing my black hoodie, my backpack, and my pants. Pedal, pedal, pedal.
I get to the part where I push the bike to avoid the intersection next to the local bar/resturant the Hobnobbin' Pub. I look left and right, see one car coming from the left (which is where I'm going after I cross the road), but far enough that I can cross nice and safe.
So I do.
Now I can see my store from here, but first I see the car that's coming is in fact a Town of Poughkeepsie Police car. Oh no!
So I keep on pedalling because I ain't breaking no crime ('cept jaywalking, I guess), and wouldn't you know it I hear that fun fun fun sound
WHOOP WHOOP!
Motherfucker, that cop actually pulled an illegal u-ee, came behind me and hit pseudo-siren.
I just got pulled over... on a bike!
So what do I do? Stop, put down the kickstand, and walk over to the policia to play 20 questions.
"Where you going?" "Work, right over there" "Where you coming from?" "From where I live" "How long you live there?" "A little while" "Do you have ID?" "Sure!" "Why don't you have a car?" "I'm trying to get in shape and it's nice out"
Etc, etc, etc
So I finally am free to leave, go to work... and the cop parks his ass across the street and watches me work! That motherfucker doesn't leave until I have a customer!
Bastard.
But, well, at least he didn't put his lights on.