I hope I didn’t just get a ticket. 2 a.m., no cars in sight, stopped at a light at the intersection of Wilshire and Sepulveda. I’d come to a full stop, and moments later the red-light camera at that intersection flashed a bunch of times. I guess because my front wheel was half a foot over the limit line (of the crosswalk– not even the intersection proper). I was about to get out and take a picture of my own from the side to show where exactly the wheel was, but a couple cars were coming from behind and by that point the light had changed, so it was safer to just proceed, and anyway the evidence had already been collected. Hopefully a false alarm and the camera was just doing it’s thing, starting off an attempt to construct incontrovertable proof of antisocial driving behavior from the moment I first poked my nose across the line, but since the remainder of the series just shows me sitting there and not proceeding across the intersection, it’d be ridiculous to say I “ran a red light”. I don’t have high expectations for not getting a ticket in the mail and having to invest a few man-hours fighting it (and ultimately failing) so that I don’t have to burn my “get out of jail free” traffic school card (or perhaps I’ll pay now and save that for my next ticket for going 80 mph on the freeway just like everybody else). I’m not bitter! There we go, that was cathartic. On to better things.