FUN today too: skitching near Camden on my track bike, sirens go off right behind me. Cops pull me over, I take on my strongest french accent and try to make as many mistakes in English as possible.
Cop: "where'd ya learn to do this?"
Me: "euh saurry can you reepeet slow ze question pleese officier?"
Cop: "where'd ya learn to grab onto cars like this?"
Me: "In new York, sir." (I swear I told him that)
Long story short: they let me go when I started spelling my french address, couldn't be bothered (they did ask about the absence of brake tho...)
HA!!!!