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Posted: 4/24/2005 10:29:48 PM EDT
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I was 22 and wasted off my ass... Just got done watching a Doors tribute band and was drinking whiskey with the band out back of the venue. We got loud... people who lived around there called the cops. They pulled in about 5 minutes later and ordered us to put our hands up and face the 20 foot chain link fence behind us. I said... "Hold this bottle, fuck this shit... I want some fun!!" Scaled the fence and the chase was on... I lived about 3 miles from the bar. The Akron Police wanted my ass bad for some reason, it took me about an hour and a half to get back home. They spotted me twice, which led to one foot chase but I scaled another fence and the cop didn't want to follow. I hid in a bush for about a half hour at one point... they had me cornered, knew where I was but never got out of their cruisers, they were either lazy or scared. They just kept circling the block over and over... waited them out and got home a short while later. By far one of the most fun and exciting nights of my life... never though I would be able to outrun a black man. |
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I had a hair raising experience in Corvallis, OR a few years ago. Was crossing the street in the middle of the block when all of a sudden I heard the incessant whine of a cushman, pushed to full throttle and beyond. Looking up I see the evil glint in the eye of the metermaid, and new I would be ticketed for jaywalking if I didn't have my wits about me. A quick dodge through the service bays of the old ford garage then around the corner to Grey's furniture brought me a relative measure of safety. As I stood in the store listening to the salesman who had cornered me drone on and on I could still hear the cushman in the background as the metermaid continued circling the block looking for me. Finally, when the pounding in my heart returned to normal and I could brush off the salesman, I could no longer hear the cushman so I ventured forth and made my way back to my vehicle. It was a close call indeed, and one which I hope never comes to light should I decide to seek political office. NMSight |
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dumbass... you know how much you can make off a cop shooting you in the back? That's a couple million easy 
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9 years ago. I was going north on the road to my apartment. It was divided road with breaks for crossing every 1/4 mile or so. There was a cop going the other way and I was doing about 10 over. He passes, flicks on his lights and I turn into the complex. I had my bike and trunk rack on the car so as soon as I park, I pull the bike off, set it in the bushes to hide it and put the rack into the trunk. I then go to my door, open it and carefully pull the bike into the apartment just as he drove by. He circled the parking lot 3 more times so I quickly changed clothes and cleaned the mud off the bike. I stopped speeding on that road... |
no way, I hate english class he can stay away from me!! |
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The cops where I grew up made the tops of the national speeding trap and write you up for anything web sights. My first car, the one I actually bought and owned rather than borrowed from the parents, got a nice engine with a cam and some glasspacks. The cops started harrassing the heck out of me and my car. In fact they used to set up a speed trap about a block from where my street met the main drag, since my street was a dead end I only had one way out. The cops could not see the car, but if they heard a slightly loud exhaust they came up the road with it floored. So one day a buddy swings by with his new to him 92 z28, car was a couple years old and stock. He has some fast food for lunch and sits down to eat while he hands me the keys to go for a spin and see if I can figure out a noise it is making. I very politely pull onto the main drag headed away from the speed trap, but that does not matter since a stock z28 must be too loud. Oh, maybe I should say my buddy just drove by the speed trap police person who had their window down and he did not get a second glance. Let me just say a crown vic can't keep up with a stock z28 in some curves. I was back home and working on the car when the cruiser came on by and gave me a long look. Up until then my buddy thought I was making it up that the police would chase the sound of a noisy car, and not that noisy a car was needed. He still chuckles since he could not believe that cop had it floored in a 25 mph zone for about a 1/4 mile before he had to slow down for the first turn. One time when I got pulled over for not having mufflers I pointed out to the officer that the big red things were in fact mufflers and legal for street useage per ohio's laws. He wrote me up for the kangaroo court that was also well known in the area so I just paid the fine rather than incur other "costs" by showing up or something silly like that. The officer also got mad when he was bragging on his 5.0 mustang and how a fast car could be really quiet, and I suggested he swing by the local drag strip so we could discuss fast vs. quick and 5.0 vs 455 cubes. I was young and dumb and don't recomend it, but then again I have to say that in many cases these police folks seriously harrassed folks for lots of stuff and my car with the glass pacs was simply the top of the pyramid I built before moving to the country. As far as on foot, just local college security and what not. Not really a challenge even though I carry a keg around my belly instead of a 6 pack. |
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College party, I was waiting for my dorm-mates to finish smoking a joint inside (I waited outside on the front porch, I'd already gotten my job offer and wasnt going to risk failing the drug test to stand inside the house) so we could head back to the dorms. The cops were chasing some guy down the street and finally caught him right across the street from the party house. After about two minutes of trying to get my buddies' attention so we could leave asap, I decided it wasnt worth it and Officer Fife was gonna realize there was a party going on when he smelled the marijuana (and saw all the dumbass freshmen girls coming to the front door ), so I dropped my cup in a nearby trash can and just walked away. I reached the end of the block right as the cops knocked on the front door.  I didnt wait for my buddies, they found their own way home through some back yards.Kharn |
Does it applpy only to kids walking around with nothing to do? Or are you exempt if you are on the way to somewhere? |
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1986...High school party me and some friends were upstairs when the party got busted. Cop came to the top of the stairs ordering everybody downstairs...once downstairs another cop was taking our names. When he asked me what my name was...my buddy said "The officer upstairs took our names already..." I knew enough to shut up at that point. We were told to go outside and wait with the rest of the kids. Keep in mind this is in WI, in late summer...the party was at a farm. Once outside....we high-tailed it thru the corn fields and out to the woods way behind the farm. They never got our names so we had nothing to lose. We stayed in the woods until early light and made our way back to the house. We called some friends to come pick us up. We were legends for outrunning the cops and being the only ones who didn't get an underage drinking ticket at that party. |
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Never officially. Couple months ago I was driving my '72 Buick to school. I don't have a lot of time in the car and learned to drive on modern cars, so it takes a little getting used to. I was in a bad mood, and the car was warm and, being the middle of the day in suburbia, no one was around. I've never seen a cop patrolling inside my subdivision, so as I pulled out, I put the pedal to the floor. Up to about 50mph in a 30mph neighborhood road, I look up and see a cop parked on the end of a side-street perpendicular to the direction I was travelling. Not sure if he had seen me yet, I slam on the brakes. Not a good idea. Brakes were cold and finicky. Brakes lock up, tires go screeching. If I didn't have his attention before, I know I do now. I can see him put his car in reverse to pull out onto the road I'm on. I work the brakes as hard as I can trying not to lock them up again. I tear onto a side road and gas it. I never saw him put his lights or siren on. I reach the other side of the subdivision and continue on a couple more detours to make sure I've lost him, then continue on to school. Fun stuff. 
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If this is the PD I think you are talking about, the one that the Sec. of State had to come shut down, you're lucky they didn't throw you in jail "just because". |
Many moons ago, we were drinking (underage) in a park late at night and the cops arrived. We ran off and five other sqaud cars showed up. They chased us all over. I remember a couple cops walking by a bush we were hiding behind, and one of them saying "Real smart, running off."  Anyway, we eventually got back to our car and had the one sober guy drive. A cop car followed us for a while with his brights on, I guess looking for a reason to pull us over, but he eventually left.I have two friends that ran from the cops in vehicles. One had his motorcyle overheat. The policeman was not in a good mood. The other ran out of gas. |
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This is what happens when you run from the po-leece...! (Warning------Graphic...!) |
You were never a dumbass teenager?  I didn't meant to "boast" - just answering the question. When I evaded the police (in Holland) on foot, there was no danger. When I got away (in Denmark) in a car, it was 3 AM, and I was the only car on the road, so the only person endangered was myself. It probably was a felony in Denmark, but like I said - dumb teenager!  (running from the man is not something I'd recommend to anyone, but I'll admit that I've done it when I was young and stupid. I've also had sex without a condom when I was a teenager!!!  )
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