I'm generally not afraid of the police when they're not actively questioning me on suspicion of me having committed a crime. That has happened eight times. Six of the eight times, it was on suspicion of stealing my own bicycle, the relevant evidence being that I was a) not Japanese and b) riding a bicycle. One time, after the cops had called my bicycle's anti-theft registration number into HQ and received the radio report "That bike is registered to one Patrick McKenzie", I was accused of stealing Patrick McKenzie's bicycle and identity. [+]

Does this answer your questions?

[+] I realize this sounds like the kind of story an Irish storyteller would make up to prove a point and feel that I must add "I swear by all the saints, by my hope of heaven and my fear of hell, this did literally happen."