Cops don't like bikes.

Cops don't like bikes, and bike cops don't like cops (in a car). Not that I have a personal dislike of cops, they're actually really cool, only if you're cool with them. Or you could say something like "call detective X" when you get pulled over and have your relative come to the rescue. It doesn't always happen like that. So here's what happened

As I was riding down San Jacinto Blvd. a few weeks ago on a Sunday morning to grab some coffee that was made by some hipster on the street corner, I noticed that there was one of those signs that read "PARKING $5000" in my lane. So I had to make a decision. I would have to cut off a car (which is what I should've done, because they're all texting anyway), or hop the curb and get back in the bike lane. I like hopping curbs, and there wasn't anyone on the sidewalk, so it was safe. And suddenly, I heard someone scream as if they had just been shot. It was a cop. My coffee is long gone. So I get off of my bike in my spandex and wobble over (cycling shoes are for cycling) to the cop like HE did something wrong. I told him why I hopped the curb and said a joke and that was really it. Nothing of me showed up in their "database" anyway. No ticket, no warning, no problem. Plus, it's not like anyone would have some kind of warrant for hopping curbs around the city. But pedicabs are different, nobody likes them. Also the people that move slower than walking speed on their bikes, they're different too.

If the city is going to keep pushing towards a bike-friendly environment, keeping the bike lanes clean would've prevented the posting of this blog.