Usually it’s motorcycle cops enforcing traffic laws in the Mid Market area (which, let’s face it, is an open-air halfway house filled with people who are just out of jail, about to go to jail, or a little of both.)
But yesterday AM, there were beat cops asking for ID’s and handing out citations on Market betwixt Mason and Fifth Street, so I don’t know.
Begrudging compliance with the fuzz:
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If you get the chance, ask Alexi Celine Wasser of the somewhat saucy ImBoyCrazy.com – maybe she’ll have the full scoop.
I don’t know, I’m working on my third decade of cycling in the 415 and I’ve never been busted for running red lights or stop signs, which, you know, is what I do many times each and every day. Mmmm.
Anyway, this is an especially good time to avoid the overrated Wiggle route, due to its numerous enforcement actions. Try McAllister to Divis to get to the Panhandle, if you want. ‘Cause, you know, it’s faster, shorter, easier, quicker, etc.
And there’ll be no cops to give you tickets, I assure you.