Have you ever run from the cops?

[Ultra...Good]

Yes, used to run from the police on a regular basis before I turned 16. Stupid kid stuff, drinking smoking etc. Most of the time we got away, sometimes we got caught. Worst we got was a curfew ticket and I only got 1 of them. Only seen 1 guy get an underage drinking ticket. He had a beer in his hand and the cop told him to get rid of it. Dumbass started chugging it. Cop knocked it out of his hand and wrote him a ticket.

Best running from the police I ever saw was a guy I knew named Mike. It was a little more complicated then just running from the police. We were freshmen in high school and Mike was 6'5'' and maybe 250lbs. This little plain clothes officer that we all knew, out of no where she walks up to Mike and slaps a cuff on his wrist, the other was on her wrist, and tells Mike "yore coming with me". Mike looks down at her and says"bullshit, yore coming with me" and he took off running. He dragged that woman bouncing, skipping and screaming a good 100 or so feet before her partner was able to stop him. We were all laughing, it was something to see. I bet she never did that again.

 

[Ziggy]

More than a handful of times on my dirtbike.
Twice in my car on purpose, one time accidently
Got out of three tickets by keeping my friends biz card right behind my driver license. A local Lt. Police officer

 

[SBMech]

More times than I can remember as a kid growing up in Nor-Cal, with no Heli and only 4 sheriffs in town, and the 4 HP for the 120 mile stretch of nowhere I lived, running from the cops was a weekend tradition since they tried to catch us on every riverbar and forest service land we had parties on.

I never got caught on my dirtbike, and only once in a vehicle, but that one time cost me....they knew me then!

No escaping them then, they'd just wait at my house if they thought it was me, luckily all of us had identical XR600's, so it was hit and miss for them!

You are not doing that kind of shit anymore as a kid. It's an era long past.

 

[clarence]

All the time on the bike when I was young.

Before I quit riding, as an old man I just pulled over and was always thanked for doing so - never given a ticket.

 

[Bpracing1127]

Wait so you are saying you have qn F150 that does 150mph? Come on man

Did lol. Sold it a couple years ago

 

[HubbaHubbaLife]

Again.
I was 8

We need to consider the time period for context.
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I'll jump in.... 1978 freshman year college. Had a brand spanking new Trans Am like this.... coming back to campus late and passed a trooper who flipped a uturn heading for me.... I freaked out and turned off lights and floored it... there was a turn at back gates of university and I lived off campus.... I hit that turn about 50 and began spinning around and couldn't see anything.... next thing I know I hit a telephone pole and car is in shambles... cop slowly drives up.... I'm standing unhurt just pissed at what a mess the new car was.... bent frame and repairs took months. Country Fla cops were cool in '78... he felt bad for my dumbass and drove me to apt. My only attempt at Smokey & Bandit shit.

 

[Yldboyz]

When I was younger I did on bikes because of curfew, I was just trying to get away. The nice part about it we had lots of parks and schools to ride through since they were open campus.
In my adult life I've never done it and never thought about it.

 

[Flat freak]

Wholly shit, what a thread, I could fill pages just from Jr. High & High School. Just to give you all an idea of how smart I was. In Jr.High my fucked up buddies & myself on the weekend nights would hustle some Micky Bigmouths & head over to a lemon orchard . We would enjoy a few mickys and make our getaway plan. This Lemon orchard was right along side the main road through Santa Barbara. So we’d pick a few lemons and warm up our arms. Then wait for a sheriff to drive by. We would bounce three or four lemons off the car just to get the chase started. I know for sure a couple of us could throw a 70mph lemon . I will NEVER forget the sound of it. Man what a great thread! So many more stories

 

[rivermobster]

Young and bullet proof...

Twice.

Second time I was around 17? We were outa beer at a party, so we went to buy more, at maybe 2 on the morning? Coming back, I'm in my FE powered mustang, and my buddy is next to me in his VW bug. We were going the speed limit, but I was in 1st gear making all kinna fucking noise!!! Cop pulls up behind us and lights us up. I pull over right away, and the cop goes around me to pull over my friend. I tell who ever I was with at the time (can't remember) to hang on, and I whip it and head up a cross street, pedal to the fucking metal. Left a THICK cloud of smoke in my wake, and I check the mirror and see the red lights coming through the smoke. I had home field advantage, whipped a few quick turns, and parked in a friends drive way. His bedroom was in his parents pool house at the time, so I go in and wake him up! We hit the weed for a bit, and then I drove back to the party.

My friend Jeff isn't there when I get there.

But, he pulls up a few minutes later!!! I'm like WTF dude, where have you been?? What happened??? His dumb ass WAITED for the cop to come back!!! Luckily for him the cop never did, but he musta sat there for awhile!!!


First time i was on my friends mini bike. I would ride down the street, drag it over the RR tracks, go through a hole in the fence, and proceed to cruise around the dump! So one day I'm cruising around, and a cop on a Harley lights me up!!! I'm in grammar school, so this is in the mid 60's. Picture the full size monster Harleys the cops used to ride back then!!! Again, home field advantage, so I head for the Smallest trail in the whole dump, the trail also heads downhill! I get to the bottom, look back, and the cop is falling sideways off his Harley. He can't come after me, cause the trail is so small, and he doesn't have reverse, so there is NO WAY he's pushing that Harley back up the trail backwards!!!!!!!!!!!!

I head for the hole in the fence and I'm outa there. I can't image how that poor guy felt, having to call in for help, for someone to get his stuck Harley outa the dump.

Taco22 for the win.


Great thread Larry!!! @Gelcoater

 

[LargeOrangeFont]

"All of yore parents should be shot." - RDP Posse of Perfection.

 

[RiverDave]

I have this phrase I used to use…

“Whatever it is they gotta say, I don’t want to hear it.”

 

[pixrthis]

I had a buddy who ran from the cops in his car and got to his open garage door before the cops saw him but he forgot about his bicycle on the roof rack.

 

[traquer]

I was in Europe a few years ago and some retard in a yellow vest steps out into the middle of the road and waves something at me. I hit the gas and curse at him under my breath. Turned out that's how cops pull you over there He didn't follow me

 

[Just Ducky]

Well define run from the cops? I once had an incedent where I "lost a cop". Buddy and I where on our way back to his house in Torrance. I was heading down this major street in the right lane following some old fart in a Buick going 25 mph when I decided to go around him before getting to the next light where I would be turning right. I punched it and as I'm going around I see he has a cop in front of him. I about shit as I was on it and went by the cop like he was standing still. By the way this was about 1980 and I had a 67 Dodge Charger. Not a big block but it could pull pretty hard.So any way I now have a pissed off cop behind me and I know he's gonna light me up.i get to the corner where I'm going to make a right and there was just enough time for me to turn before traffic would have stopped me. I weaved and bobbed thru traffic all the while the cops trying to do the same to catch up to me.i lucked out and made it back to my buddy's house and put the car in the garage ten minutes before this cop cruises by.That car was kind of rare even then so I think he had seen me before.

 

[coolchange]

I had a buddy who ran from the cops in his car and got to his open garage door before the cops saw him but he forgot about his bicycle on the roof rack.

Saw a black 63 pulled over hood up on Newhall Ranch other day thought it might be your dad broke down. It weren’t.

 

[havasuhusker]

Ran from plenty during parties. Did get caught once. Cops cuffed me, put in the back of the car for awhile. They let me go with a warning and made me pick up trash around the parking lot we were in. Said since I was being honest with them, they'd cut me a break. A ranger tried to stop my friend and I when we were riding dirtbikes up in Payson, neither of us planned to stop to find out what he wanted and jumped off the main road into some single track through the forest. Never saw him again.

 

[DaveH]

growing up adjacent the golf course in anaheim hills......we found the golf course to be our personal BMX track.

was chased more times than I can count......but our knowledge of the area.....escape routes etc...they could never catch us. this included all the construction sites that we had "tracks" on ......reminds me of the chase scene form the movie ET.

 

[FCT]

Once when I was 16. I was a retard doing about 100mph going up The hill on Van Buren right before Washington and passed a cop going the other way. He immediately slammed on his brakes, put his light on and flipped a bitch to come get me. I hung a right on King street, a left on Suttles and straight into the hills. Thankfully the chopper wasn’t anywhere nearby because I had enough time to get through the hills to my house and close the garage. Young and dumb. Some how I lived through it all but I’m sure my boys will pay me back dearly when the time comes.

 

[Flat freak]

Santa Barbara 1979 Another eighth grade chase . On a school night me & one of my hoodlum buddy’s hear about a keg party 4 or 5 miles across town. So we hop on our stolen Schwinn Varsities & head out. At that time the cool thing to do was pull the brakes off & put a set of motor cycle cross bars on. The no brake’s part is key to my story. So we hit the party & had a good time. Around 11:00 we decided to head for home so we each topped off two keg beers . I don’t know why but my buddy opened the fridge in their kitchen and pull’s a bottle of wine out & slipped it in the back of his pants. So now we’re peddling down this beautiful neighborhood street with no street lights and we don’t see this Sheriff parked along the curb heading the opposite direction. Just as we pass him he lights us up with his search light & yells out his window for us to stop. We jettisoned our beers & took off , we knew we only had to make it about 400ft. Down this street because it dead ended at a creek with a walking bridge. If we made the bridge we were home free. That Sheriff had to get his cruiser turned around first and then punched it to chase us down. I can still remember the sound, it sounded like the world’s biggest vacuum cleaner coming after us. This is where it gets good, we only have about 150ft to get to the bridge and we’re peddling our asses off side by side and we’re coming up on a Volkswagen parked along the curb in front of somebody’s house. It turns out there were two Sheriffs in the car and they go flying right by me with the brakes locked up and stop right next to the VW . The cop riding shotgun flips his door open so it’s almost touching the VW. He completely closed me off, I had nowhere to go & no BRAKES I hit the inside of his door so hard I peeled the door panel right off a fell right in his lap. That fucker didn’t even have to get out to catch me. So now I’m sitting in his lap looking out the door to see my buddy who also had no time to do anything slam into the back of the VW he completely cleared the car & when he was flying over the roof that bottle of wine exited his pants . Man that was one of the funniest fucking thing’s I’ve ever seen. So now we’re cuffed & stuffed in the back of the cruiser and the cops are trying snapp the door panel back on. Now here’s the bad news, my dad is on the way. He shows up in his four ft. Long night shirt & a jacket on goes right past the cops and is pulling me out of the car with his left hand getting ready to punch me. The next thing I see is my dad wrestling two cops on someone’s wet front yard in his fucking pajamas. Ok , almost done, my dad was a high school teacher and that front lawn he was wrestling the cops on belonged to the president of the PTA . After my dad & the cops settled down she recognized my dad and I heard her say “oh hi Bob” my buddy’s mom had to buy a new bumper & I payed for that door panel with a thorough beating later that night.

 

[Mandelon]

A couple youthful mistakes.

A couple friends and I had figured out how to make Molotov Cocktails. We would usually toss em off the bridge down into the concrete storm drain down below. I guess someone called the cops on us and they were out looking for us. We booked into some bushes by the local Junior High and hid out pretty well. A few hours later we were in 7/11 playing Galaga or Asteroids and a squad car pulls in. They question us and then sniff our hands for gas odors. LOL.

Another time we were at a high school football game and one of my genius buddies smokes a blunt on the way in. The smell is obvious and again, the cops roll up. We all take off running. We didn't get away, LOL.

 

[Lucky Larry]

Years ago a friend took the lights off the top of a cop car while they eating dinner at Denny’s on Madison in Riverside . They can’t light you up if they have no lights Imagine their faces when they found out!!

 

[rivermobster]

Santa Barbara 1979 Another eighth grade chase . On a school night me & one of my hoodlum buddy’s hear about a keg party 4 or 5 miles across town. So we hop on our stolen Schwinn Varsities & head out. At that time the cool thing to do was pull the brakes off & put a set of motor cycle cross bars on. The no brake’s part is key to my story. So we hit the party & had a good time. Around 11:00 we decided to head for home so we each topped off two keg beers . I don’t know why but my buddy opened the fridge in their kitchen and pull’s a bottle of wine out & slipped it in the back of his pants. So now we’re peddling down this beautiful neighborhood street with no street lights and we don’t see this Sheriff parked along the curb heading the opposite direction. Just as we pass him he lights us up with his search light & yells out his window for us to stop. We jettisoned our beers & took off , we knew we only had to make it about 400ft. Down this street because it dead ended at a creek with a walking bridge. If we made the bridge we were home free. That Sheriff had to get his cruiser turned around first and then punched it to chase us down. I can still remember the sound, it sounded like the world’s biggest vacuum cleaner coming after us. This is where it gets good, we only have about 150ft to get to the bridge and we’re peddling our asses off side by side and we’re coming up on a Volkswagen parked along the curb in front of somebody’s house. It turns out there were two Sheriffs in the car and they go flying right by me with the brakes locked up and stop right next to the VW . The cop riding shotgun flips his door open so it’s almost touching the VW. He completely closed me off, I had nowhere to go & no BRAKES I hit the inside of his door so hard I peeled the door panel right off a fell right in his lap. That fucker didn’t even have to get out to catch me. So now I’m sitting in his lap looking out the door to see my buddy who also had no time to do anything slam into the back of the VW he completely cleared the car & when he was flying over the roof that bottle of wine exited his pants . Man that was one of the funniest fucking thing’s I’ve ever seen. So now we’re cuffed & stuffed in the back of the cruiser and the cops are trying snapp the door panel back on. Now here’s the bad news, my dad is on the way. He shows up in his four ft. Long night shirt & a jacket on goes right past the cops and is pulling me out of the car with his left hand getting ready to punch me. The next thing I see is my dad wrestling two cops on someone’s wet front yard in his fucking pajamas. Ok , almost done, my dad was a high school teacher and that front lawn he was wrestling the cops on belonged to the president of the PTA . After my dad & the cops settled down she recognized my dad and I heard her say “oh hi Bob” my buddy’s mom had to buy a new bumper & I payed for that door panel with a thorough beating later that night.

Holy fucking shit...

We have our winner!!!

growing up adjacent the golf course in anaheim hills......we found the golf course to be our personal BMX track.

was chased more times than I can count......but our knowledge of the area.....escape routes etc...they could never catch us. this included all the construction sites that we had "tracks" on ......reminds me of the chase scene form the movie ET.

Oh man...

I grew up close to the San Gabriel County Club. We would sneak in at night and party our asses off!!! Eventually we got loud and the security guard would try and round us up. OLD dude in a golf cart...

We would all run off in different directions and he would try and catch up with us!

Hey, you kids!

What? I'm over here!

No wait, I'm over here!!!

We musta made that poor old dude nuts.

Week after week after week. All summer long.

 

[PlanB]

1984, I was 16 years old in my Tri-Power 389 64 GTO. We had a spot we would go drag race after the cruising was done for the night. Spectators would hangout in a parking lot at the end of the 1/4 mile point. I was doing well over 100 miles an hour when I passed the lot and there were black and whites everywhere. I just kept the throttle down and found a shopping center blacked out under construction. I parked for about 30 minutes and then cruised back to the parking lot and found my buddy hiding in the bushes. He hopped in and we took off. Less than 10 years later I would be the one wearing the badge and chasing people. It's a lot more fun being in the black and white doing the chasing.

 

[Willie B]

… Spending my formative years in Shadow Hills… We were masters as getting away from the cops we knew every horse trail and every back road…

… but take me out of my neighborhood… I was in a car that got stuck on somebody’s front lawn in Toluca Lake…5 days in LA Couny and Biscaluze Center…cured me…

 

[JUSTWANNARACE]

I did once.
It was 1977, I was on a Sears mini bike with a 3hp Brigs. I thought I could loose him.
I was wrong.
I was 8

I grew up in the Oregon Dunes... I plead the 5th

 

[rrrr]

Twice, successfully both times
Running down freeway, 100 mph in a 55, pass a trooper, watch him go up over the median, flip to my side, just as I was doing the same. I was directly across from an exit ramp when I flipped the other way . I saw him again in my mirror on the ramp going like crazy trying to find me - he didn’t see my marks in the grass, probably thought they were his from a previous time LOL!
Running down the freeway in 68 vette, 1977, 3 a.m., 125 mph, no one around. I see headlights GAINING ON ME! I knew it was a trooper, took it to the floor, he disappeared. Got off @ the next rest area, killed the lights, saw him go by a WOT. Slept there for an hour, went speed limit home.
I was young, bullet proof, would never do either now, haven’t done it since.
I did get caught in a radar trap - trooper stepped out in the freeway and pointed to pull over behind several other offenders. I don’t wait in line to get a ticket. He jumped in, chased me down, pulled gun on approach. Asked me what the hell I was doing - told him I don’t wait in line for tickets. He wrote it for the max, $150.00, followed me the next 100 miles 10’ off my bumper at 54 mph !!

Life in New Mexico during the 70's was pretty casual regarding police activities toward speeders and such. I eluded the cops more than once in Albuquerque.

As for the State Police, there was almost no chance one would ever see a trooper. One day I read in a newspaper how many troopers there were on patrol at any given time and how many miles of highway there were in the state. Being proficient in math (kidding), I calculated each trooper had to cover over 80 miles of highway on his shift.

So in 1976, I was driving to ENMU in Portales to see a girlfriend. Around midnight, on a two lane blacktop in the middle of nowhere, I crested a small hill while doing about a buck ten, and flew past two troopers parked door to door on the roadside having a conversation. I looked in the mirror expecting both of them to haul ass after me, and after a few seconds the trooper in the car facing my rapidly receding vehicle flashed his headlights a few times and turned them off again. They never moved, just kept on chatting.

Phew!

 

[t&y]

Tons. Usually it involved a little Simmunitions gun battle at the end too.

 

[Kenboat]

Had a 3 hp mini bike in 1970 and wore a helmet or mom would sell the bike. Out in rural MI on a dirt road the sheriff busted me. I did not run and he put the bike in the trunk and me in the back seat. He took me home and mom was pissed. I had to show up in court 3 days later with my mom and see a judge. He was really tough and said I could put you in jail for 5 years!
For punishment he made me write on the front and back on 15 pages " I will not ride my Mini Bike on the road" and it had to be dropped off at the court in 3 days.
Stared my assignment and it was taking forever! I took a hunk of wood and drilled 5 or 6 hole in it that I used to hold pencils. I then could do multiple lines at a time and completed the dam project.
Years later I think a cop car was behind me but when I stopped it was gone

 

[nameisbond]

Canada has a thing called the Young Offenders Act, makes it really hard for police to do anything towards anyone under 18. We didn't run. Worse case scenario was they took our pot or poured out our booze and took us home to the parents. Most times they didn't bother even contacting your parents. So we just let the cops talk with us and take our pot and booze.

 

[77charger]

couple times on bike first was 600 ninja in HB luckily was able to get it hidden between a boat and a wall under a tree as the bird arrived in the area looking for a bike.Second time in laguna on my gixxer 750 mc cop radar on laguna i came around about 70 he put radar away gave chase i throttled the bike and left,

He ended up pulling over another guy in the group as 2 of us split hi the 405 south quickly and left area.These days wont bother but when younger best choices aint always made,,

 

[jetboatperformance]

It was "La Fiesta San Luis Obispo" nite 1974 I was 22 Rhonda was 17 ,We all must have watched American Graffiti a few too many times . My Friends and I held a drag race replete with battery operated "pro start lite" on Tank farm road (straight as a string and about 4 miles long no turn offs cyclone fence on both sides ) We all had street raced there for years , Me in My 64 SS409 , but less organized , This May evening there were close to 200 people gathered , some Hot Rods were actually trailer ed in I can remember 120 mph as passenger in a Franks Firebird transam vs Larrys Black Barracuda ................ Then the shit hit the fan after a hour or so , Leo found out closed off both ends and swept in , my Buddy Phil was caught with the lite , Rhonda and I were in her Old Dodge monaco (Moby Dick) , My Best Friend Greg and I had cruised the town on His Harley handing out mimeo graphed flyers declaring "Balls out drag way" On Vern Garcias "The Parts house" letterhead , The Headlines on the front page of the Telegram Tribune next day read "100s arrested on Illegal street race" ... Most all got citations for street racing and aiding and abetting a street contest All to my knowledge were dismissed , When We went to traffic court Judge Jackson (who was totally blind with His trusty German Sheppard ) summarily dismissed all cases , I said "I was just there with my girlfriend" your honor, Judge said "case dimissed" Rhonda said "I'm his girlfriend" Judge said your case is dimissed too We still laugh about this to this day ... Good Times

 

[Shlbyntro]

I wasnt running per se but I believe I was 18 and was out driving on a Friday night. I had just gotten my stang back from the body and the exhaust shops earlier that week and was out driving around just for the hell of it. About 2 months earlier I was at the front of a 4 car collision on the 91 and dealing with the insurance and getting everything fixed back to how the car was prior was a nightmare but I finally had her back. I was headed down YL Blvd with intentions of making my way towards Trabuco Canyon where I could open her up and maybe see a friend on the other side in RSM.

Well sure enough, I roll up on this sobriety check point with a long f*cking line before crossing the 91. I wasnt drinking, was stone cold sober, but I just didnt feel like dealing with a checkpoint so I hung a left at a street shortly before the line started and was going to make my way through a neighborhood around it. Shortly into the detour I notice this SUV riding my ass. Keep in mind, I had just gotten my car back from being rearended with a nightmare insurance debacle; so naturally I started watching my rear view mirror like a hawk. I got on the gas a little bit to put some distance between me and the inconsiderate tailgator but still he was there on my ass. Im thinking, "Ok, theres a stop sign just up ahead, I can slowly bring this guy to a complete stop and then hammer it to get away from him." which is what I do, but here this damn guy is right up on my ass again. So now Im starting to get pissed; I started letting the engine rev up between shifts and chirping through the gears to give this guy a clue that I knew he was there and that he was being an asshole. Well, as I pulled up to the next stop sign, dude still hadnt taken the hint to back off and my patience had run out. Leaving The stop sign, I lit the tires the fuck up! I got my car crab walking with a huge plume of smoke and everything. .....and then I saw them.

A couple pairs of red and blue strobes hidden behind the grill of this Tahoe that had been following me started flashing. As it turns out, he was an unmarked that they sent after me for evading the check point and up to this point I couldnt tell. It was dark and I had never seen Brea PD run around in anything other than Crown Vics. Well I obliged him and pulled over on a side street and the first thing he says when he walks up to me is "That was stupid" in the coolest calmest voice ever. He asked me all the standard questions and then why I had done that so I told him about the accident and that I had just gotten the car back. I even had an invoice in the glovebox that I showed him and explained that all I could see was a large SUV in my rearview mirror that was riding my ass and that it was making me extremely nervous and I was just trying to get him to back off.

He let me go with a warning.

 

[coolchange]

I wasnt running per se but I believe I was 18 and was out driving on a Friday night. I had just gotten my stang back from the body and the exhaust shops earlier that week and was out driving around just for the hell of it. About 2 months earlier I was at the front of a 4 car collision on the 91 and dealing with the insurance and getting everything fixed back to how the car was prior was a nightmare but I finally had her back. I was headed down YL Blvd with intentions of making my way towards Trabuco Canyon where I could open her up and maybe see a friend on the other side in RSM.

Well sure enough, I roll up on this sobriety check point with a long f*cking line before crossing the 91. I wasnt drinking, was stone cold sober, but I just didnt feel like dealing with a checkpoint so I hung a left at a street shortly before the line started and was going to make my way through a neighborhood around it. Shortly into the detour I notice this SUV riding my ass. Keep in mind, I had just gotten my car back from being rearended with a nightmare insurance debacle; so naturally I started watching my rear view mirror like a hawk. I got on the gas a little bit to put some distance between me and the inconsiderate tailgator but still he was there on my ass. Im thinking, "Ok, theres a stop sign just up ahead, I can slowly bring this guy to a complete stop and then hammer it to get away from him." which is what I do, but here this damn guy is right up on my ass again. So now Im starting to get pissed; I started letting the engine rev up between shifts and chirping through the gears to give this guy a clue that I knew he was there and that he was being an asshole. Well, as I pulled up to the next stop sign, dude still hadnt taken the hint to back off and my patience had run out. Leaving The stop sign, I lit the tires the fuck up! I got my car crab walking with a huge plume of smoke and everything. .....and then I saw them.

A couple pairs of red and blue strobes hidden behind the grill of this Tahoe that had been following me started flashing. As it turns out, he was an unmarked that they sent after me for evading the check point and up to this point I couldnt tell. It was dark and I had never seen Brea PD run around in anything other than Crown Vics. Well I obliged him and pulled over on a side street and the first thing he says when he walks up to me is "That was stupid" in the coolest calmest voice ever. He asked me all the standard questions and then why I had done that so I told him about the accident and that I had just gotten the car back. I even had an invoice in the glovebox that I showed him and explained that all I could see was a large SUV in my rearview mirror that was riding my ass and that it was making me extremely nervous and I was just trying to get him to back off.

He let me go with a warning.

You’re a so cal boy?

 

[Shlbyntro]

You’re a so cal boy?

originally

 

[Gelcoater]

We lived in LHC for a year, moved there in the middle of 8th grade, moved back to Cali in the middle of 9th grade.

As luck would have it, we lived across the street from one of the only 2 motorcycle cops in Havasu. He rode his Kawasaki 1000 interceptor home every night.

One day during the summmer I decided while my parents were at work maybe I’d take the ATC (it was a 185 no S model, big giant tires) for a cruise up the wash behind the house.
I’d made it down the driveway and turned right. Made it about 3 lots up the street and was almost to the wash.

Then? My ATC started to sound funny?
Bigger. Louder?
Then I hear a Wooop....
Police siren.
Neighbor cop guy was just finishing his lunch (at home) and saw me ride out the driveway

He rides up next to me and points at me.

You better go park that thing!
I catch you again I’ll tell your dad!
And rode off.

 

[endobear]

You old basturds are a bunch of hood rats..

 

[Gelcoater]

You old basturds are a bunch of hood rats..

You ain’t exactly young there, Jurassic Park

 

[endobear]

Mostly on foot.
Keg parties in the woods of Co.
In high school and after a couple years. We would head up real early and set up camp way away from the party.

You could always see them coming 15 minutes out.. By the time they got there, we were gone.
Drug a few kegs into the woods.
Watching, drinking on it while the cops served the kids that didn't run or had a truck parked there. The rest of the fools that bolted for the woods would tease the cops.
Screaming "marco/poloe" in the woods.
And run around hiding.

 

[retaocleg]

many times sub 16 on my dirt bikes here in the early 80's.....we all did
take dirt as far as you can, streets the rest of the way to your buddies house.....see a cop, hit the first wash and head for bison, never caught

 

[Morehart]

My best was running away in Honda valley Hesperia. My dad lived across the street from deep creek. I always grew up riding the whole valley from aqueduct to big bear. When it was closed down for a bit, a buddy and I got chased back out toward deep springs road. Easily dusted his ass back down the highway. Passing Hesperia lakes we got 3 boggies on our tail. Shit!!! Up the main climb to the right. Roosted a couple Karen's. Off into the sunset.... or so we thought. In comes the helicopter. Rode that 250 straight into a juniper bush and me and my buddy waited till the bird ran out of gas. It was dark when we could see my dad's house. Le everywhere searching. We shut down the bikes and neutral bombed a trail down right into the driveway.