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- Apr 4, 2002
- Location
- Menlo Park, Ca.
- Moto(s)
- Keep me rocking life
- Name
- Budman
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- AMA Life Member #203453
Who’s yard am I in?
Running from the law does not always mean they are on your tale, but it does mean things can happen. This is one of those cases.
I was in a residential neighborhood going way to fast. Guessing 65 in a 25.
In this incident I passed by an Officer going the other way. I knew I was going way to fast and looking in my mirror I knew he was going to cite me as hit lights went on and I just had a “Oh shit” moment.
Normally when you have a lead so to speak it is a mix of turns to get away. Parks, bike paths etc. all give a motorcycle the advantage of being able to access. So whether it is left, left, right or right, left, right, right etc.. the goal is to get out of the officers line of sight ASAP! In this case.. I screwed up.
So.. after the lights went on I made a quick right. I noted that the next cross street was a ¼ mile away and I did not know if I had that much time so I took the first right and BAM..!!!
I turned into a cul-de-sac!!! Damn. I quickly analyzed turning around and thought there is not enough time to do that.. so options:
• Pull over and take my medicine
• Try to hide
I chose try to hide of course.
So I went to the far right corner where there was no car in the driveway. I zipped up to the side yard, opened the gate and pushed the bike in. Just as the gate swung shut I heard the Cop car screech around the corner. Damn… now he has me evading so on a quick evaluation I knew I needed to do something. I chose one of the most crazy things ever. I chose to walk out the gate and go to the front door of the residence.
So I opened the gate walked across the driveway towards the front door. The Officer was right in front of the driveway with his window rolled down looking at me. I sheepishly waved and kept walking. He yelled at me to come over and I went up to his window. My mind was going a mile a minute at that point. The conversation looked something like this:
Officer: “Did you see me back there?”
Me: “No sir.. where?”
Officer: “Back there on Louis Rd. You flew by me going about 70”.
Me: “Oh… no. I was not going that fast. I was probably speed though sorry”.
Officer: “So you were not running from me?”
Me: “ Noooo!”
Officer: “What are you doing here?” knowing full well my bike was in the yard.
Me: “Came to see a friend for lunch”.
Officer: “Oh.. OK you need to slow down!”
Me: “Yes sir!!”
Now at this point he did not move. He waited for me to go to the door….staring.
I was OMG OMG.. as I walked up to a strangers door knowing I could be hosed by a housewife greeting a stranger with a Policeman behind him.
I quickly ran through scenarios in my mind on what to say.
“Hi Mam… The police are going to give me a ticket” – nah…
“Hi Mam… Is Eric here?” Is what I settled on. With a response of “There is no Eric that lives here” getting the response “Oh, sorry I must have the wrong house”.
I also had thought about fake knocking.. but I knew the office had his window down so that would not fly so I knocked in standard terms where he could hear it.
Some nervous seconds…. No response.. THANK GOD!!!
I shrugged my shoulders..and walked back to the gate, opened it up, rolled the bike out kicked it to life and rode by the Officer waving.
My heart was pumping and I was filled with thoughts of I am so damn lucky!
Luck.. Go figure!
Running from the law does not always mean they are on your tale, but it does mean things can happen. This is one of those cases.
I was in a residential neighborhood going way to fast. Guessing 65 in a 25.
In this incident I passed by an Officer going the other way. I knew I was going way to fast and looking in my mirror I knew he was going to cite me as hit lights went on and I just had a “Oh shit” moment.
Normally when you have a lead so to speak it is a mix of turns to get away. Parks, bike paths etc. all give a motorcycle the advantage of being able to access. So whether it is left, left, right or right, left, right, right etc.. the goal is to get out of the officers line of sight ASAP! In this case.. I screwed up.
So.. after the lights went on I made a quick right. I noted that the next cross street was a ¼ mile away and I did not know if I had that much time so I took the first right and BAM..!!!
I turned into a cul-de-sac!!! Damn. I quickly analyzed turning around and thought there is not enough time to do that.. so options:
• Pull over and take my medicine
• Try to hide
I chose try to hide of course.
So I went to the far right corner where there was no car in the driveway. I zipped up to the side yard, opened the gate and pushed the bike in. Just as the gate swung shut I heard the Cop car screech around the corner. Damn… now he has me evading so on a quick evaluation I knew I needed to do something. I chose one of the most crazy things ever. I chose to walk out the gate and go to the front door of the residence.
So I opened the gate walked across the driveway towards the front door. The Officer was right in front of the driveway with his window rolled down looking at me. I sheepishly waved and kept walking. He yelled at me to come over and I went up to his window. My mind was going a mile a minute at that point. The conversation looked something like this:
Officer: “Did you see me back there?”
Me: “No sir.. where?”
Officer: “Back there on Louis Rd. You flew by me going about 70”.
Me: “Oh… no. I was not going that fast. I was probably speed though sorry”.
Officer: “So you were not running from me?”
Me: “ Noooo!”
Officer: “What are you doing here?” knowing full well my bike was in the yard.
Me: “Came to see a friend for lunch”.
Officer: “Oh.. OK you need to slow down!”
Me: “Yes sir!!”
Now at this point he did not move. He waited for me to go to the door….staring.
I was OMG OMG.. as I walked up to a strangers door knowing I could be hosed by a housewife greeting a stranger with a Policeman behind him.
I quickly ran through scenarios in my mind on what to say.
“Hi Mam… The police are going to give me a ticket” – nah…
“Hi Mam… Is Eric here?” Is what I settled on. With a response of “There is no Eric that lives here” getting the response “Oh, sorry I must have the wrong house”.
I also had thought about fake knocking.. but I knew the office had his window down so that would not fly so I knocked in standard terms where he could hear it.
Some nervous seconds…. No response.. THANK GOD!!!
I shrugged my shoulders..and walked back to the gate, opened it up, rolled the bike out kicked it to life and rode by the Officer waving.
My heart was pumping and I was filled with thoughts of I am so damn lucky!
Luck.. Go figure!