With a nickname like the “cycle of death”, it had to happen eventually.

On my way to class just now, I was in a hurry. There is a four-way intersection on the way that I take that never has automobile traffic, so I just went through it like everyone does.

The cop had to call out twice for me to stop. D’oh!

Anyway, I have a ticket (my first one ever), but I can go to a bike safety school for an hour and a half and have it dismissed. This sounds a lot better than a $96 fine, so that’s the route I’m going to take.

So I now have my own story about the UPD Bike Patrol to go along with both of my Bama bike stories. Fun, fun, fun!