My single-speed groans up the hill from downtown. I need to turn left at the top from the rightmost bike lane--I don’t ride in the left lane up that hill--I don't have the arrow and figure I'll go anyway. It turns green while I'm making a wide turn. A car follows me, haltingly. Lights flash. The one behind that is a cop.
My lights are on, but not my helmet. Didn't signal at the top of the hill, let alone the lane changes. I am already guilty of a dozen things when he drives on, pulling the car over.
Lucky me again.