Bike Cops

So I was riding home from the Filling Station last night after a Cloud Cult show on my bike. No light, wearing all black, sometime around 2:00AM. I turn into the Peet's hill parking lot, planning on heading up onto the Burke Park trail that goes back to my house on Highland. I hear a biker behind me. It was strange because I didn't see him before. He asks me to stop, so I look back with a bewildered look and stop pedaling. Then he say's he's a cop. A dialogue ensues:

Him: You know this park is closed at night, don't you?

Me: No, I didn't know that. That's stupid.

Him: Yeah, it is, and you are supposed to have a headlamp too.

Me: Yeah, I know that. I couldn't find mine when I left earlier.

Him: Can I see your ID?

I hand him my drivers license. He looks at it, calls it in and finds out I don't have any outstanding warrents and gives it back.

Him: Well, I'm just going to give you a warning, you should have a light. And go ahead and go through the park if you want. Have a nice ride.

Me: You too

and we go our seperate ways. . .