There was one particular set of lights I'd commonly encounter in my route into town and home and I always forgot about its stubborness to change when I was riding back in late at night, freezing cold or wet and miserable and just wanting to get home and warmed up. That sodding set of lights never changed for a bike and unlike just about all the other lights in town, it didn't have a timer that would eventually give every lane a turn.
Quite a few times I'd sit there for a few minutes then, because it was totally bereft of traffic at that time of night, I'd just go through on the red. I was fully prepared to argue my point in court if it ever got to that, but it never did. Only time I ever saw a cop car, he saw me do it and didn't pull me.
Quite a few times I'd sit there for a few minutes then, because it was totally bereft of traffic at that time of night, I'd just go through on the red. I was fully prepared to argue my point in court if it ever got to that, but it never did. Only time I ever saw a cop car, he saw me do it and didn't pull me.