Jeez, preview, preview, preview, preview, preview, preview,
Recently, on a busy street in the only remotely urban area I rode my bike to, I saw an open spot by the popular resturant I was going to meet my wife at, and also noted the extra-wide spot on the sidewalk. Well, knowing the demand for parking, and the adequite room for the bike off the road and also condsidering the chance of an Knucke-head diving full-speed into a ‘what looks like an empty spot’ and creaming my classic ride (the open spot was between two huge trucks) I opted for the sidewalk.
Fucker gave me a ticket. :mad:
I’m fighting it in court. I have nothing better to do. Except ski. And the snow ain’t fallin’ yet!
I’d actually like to hear the ultimate outcome of your fight, if you don’t mind sharing.
Pardon my ignorance, but what does this mean? Having grown up in South Central LA, I can only think of one way to interpret that. 
Well, in the biker world, it kinda means the same thing but it is what is on your vest and that ( the vest, sometimes is referred to as your ‘colors’ ) is what you hang over the bike. Kind of like a handicap sticker. It lets folks know who they are messing with. 