You're Ned Kelly, on a crime spree.
Break one law, just makes you want to break another.
In one ride you've racked up enough demerit points to take every licensed driver off the roads, enough fines to pay back the national debt.
The police have just one problem. They're not fast enough to catch you.
BONUS TIP: After the judge sees how many one-way streets you rolled through, you'll probably end up on death row. Riding the bike you made out of soap round the exercise yard, waiting and waiting for that pardon to arrive, you'll stare down at your crude prison-cell cycling tattoos and your perfectly sculpted quadriceps, and yearn for the freedom to stop at a stop sign.