I got to meet Finland’s finest early this morning. I ran a red light at full pelt with my bike smack in front of them on my way to work. Blue light, siren and roadside check ensued.
I put on my best and thickest French accent impression (best not to use thick US English if you want leniency in most of Europe) and proceeded to apologize profusely.
As usual, I got a stern lecture on weak road users, a “we’ll let you go this once but don’t you do it again” spiel, and soon enough I was back on my way. Very nice officers, very understanding (I was running late for work), no complaint.
Only I was discussing my little run-in with a workmate later today, and he was genuinely astonished that they let me off the hook so easily. He said running red lights was the national sport around here - because the country is so sparsely populated there ain’t nobody on the road, especially early in the morning - and 5-0 usually hits those they catch hard and mercilessly. And since fines are not a flat fee here, but calculated as a percentage of one’s wages, considering my indecent salary, I think today must’ve been my lucky day