I was on the diagonal street approaching a six-way intersection. The light turned amber, and my friend Keith riding with me said, "Go for it." So I did, but apparently not close enough/fast enough. A cop was waiting at the front of the line on one of the other streets, and he simply turned to follow me and pulled me over. I rolled down the window as he approached, and when he got up to me the first words out of anybody's mouth were from him:
"That wasn't even close!"
He took my license for ten minutes, but saw it was clean so he came back and told me I could go but to take it easy on the speed.
"That wasn't even close!"
He took my license for ten minutes, but saw it was clean so he came back and told me I could go but to take it easy on the speed.