I have.
It happened to me when we lived in Los Gatos. At the time - 1995 through 1999- I was a complete animal on the bike and was regularly training at 300+ miles per week. Hard training with lots of climbing and interval work. Shaved legs, the whole deal. Experienced "roadies" will understand.
Anyway, one day on my morning 40 mile round trip commute to work I was descending through the hills in a residential area of Los Gatos. The posted speed limit was 25mph. I was caught on radar doing 37mph. I got a citation, the whole deal. The fine was about $150, and that was back in the mid to late '90s.
Just in case it ends up being necessary to defend myself; no, I don't blow stop signs, ignore traffic lights, ride two abreast on narrow roads, etc. I follow most of the rules when I ride or drive, so no lecture is needed. Understand, the radar was intended for cars, not bicycles. Regardless, I took my citation with a smile and a thank you. Haha! I was caught fair and square.
My intent is to post a story about a somewhat unusual, perhaps even humorous, life event.
Scott
It happened to me when we lived in Los Gatos. At the time - 1995 through 1999- I was a complete animal on the bike and was regularly training at 300+ miles per week. Hard training with lots of climbing and interval work. Shaved legs, the whole deal. Experienced "roadies" will understand.
Anyway, one day on my morning 40 mile round trip commute to work I was descending through the hills in a residential area of Los Gatos. The posted speed limit was 25mph. I was caught on radar doing 37mph. I got a citation, the whole deal. The fine was about $150, and that was back in the mid to late '90s.
Just in case it ends up being necessary to defend myself; no, I don't blow stop signs, ignore traffic lights, ride two abreast on narrow roads, etc. I follow most of the rules when I ride or drive, so no lecture is needed. Understand, the radar was intended for cars, not bicycles. Regardless, I took my citation with a smile and a thank you. Haha! I was caught fair and square.
My intent is to post a story about a somewhat unusual, perhaps even humorous, life event.
Scott