As I angled through the intersection, a flash of light caught my eye. I knew what it was--the same light a few years ago in Portland left me with a ticket for running a red light.
This time though, there's no license plate to match. But face recognition?
It took the British cops in The Tourist just a few minutes to match a face to a passport picture. So, though I may have slipped by this time, I need to get a new passport photo, one without me wearing my bike helmet.