Have you run from the PoPo??

[budman]

Right on...

A little show before you go!

 

[sanjuro]

Funny, I was about to search here for a police chase at the Port Of Oakland. Several OPD cruisers were chasing after a street racer in what I believe was a Nissan Skyline, and the Skyline was probably doing 150 while OPD was lagging behind at 110mph.

 

[CDONA]

Back to the mid '70's, R90/6
Returning home after work @ mobile home factory, Vacaville.
WB on I 80, and snag the AirBase Parkway exit to Travis AFB.
A bit of a sweeper gaining elevation to the overpass. I was on the gas (55+) and hit the top, crossing I 80.
Where a CHP car was going the other way, I didn't look back, a few street turns and I'm home, park the bike, slam the garage door. Another Thursday.

Friday, returning home, I pick up a CHP cruiser @ North Texas St., heading WB on I 80, following me, close.
Trying to push me into running, I didn't

Being Friday, payday, I'm on my way to the bank, downtown Fairfield.
I don't take the Parkway, I wait until West Texas St. and bail, the cop lets me go, and settles for "No Joy"

 

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[budman]

Ay Caramba!!!!

 

[Volcomism]

Moto and Quad, yes. I was typically just messing around and was in the wrong place at the wrong time, so I ran to avoid the hassle. Never ran in a car though, felt wrong to do so in case I hit or hurt anyone else in the process.

 

[Maddevill]

Talking to a friend about this thread and told him about the one time I ran from the PoPo. He told me I did it one other time? I asked when. He told me coming down Tioga Pass towards Lee Vining. He said I passed a Ranger's truck, that I do remember. He said the Ranger did turn on the lights, that I do not remember. He said the Ranger turned off the lights after a minute, when I was out of sight. On the Ducati and was only looking ahead and not behind me.

I remember following you down the mountain on your Birthday Ride to the Whoa Nellie Deli. We were...cough cough..."slightly exceeding the speed limit and passing a line of cars and one of them was a Ranger. DOH !

Since I was on a bright red ZX14 I did the right thing and tucked into a group of Harleys. Yeah, he'll never notice me HERE !

At the deli that ranger came into the parking lot but left again. You're a Bad Influence ! Lol

Mad

 

[bikeama]

I remember following you down the mountain on your Birthday Ride to the Whoa Nellie Deli. We were...cough cough..."slightly exceeding the speed limit and passing a line of cars and one of them was a Ranger. DOH !

Since I was on a bright red ZX14 I did the right thing and tucked into a group of Harleys. Yeah, he'll never notice me HERE !

At the deli that ranger came into the parking lot but left again. You're a Bad Influence ! Lol

Mad

I try to do my best.

 

[Starpower]

A couple of times, decades ago. My heart was pounding so hard I thought it would explode! My favorite true po-po story -
At a stop light in town, 4 lanes. I'm on my bike in left lane, Corvette in front of me, right lane has a Celica in front (next to 'vet) with the po-po behind him. The Cel. guy was reving and looking at the 'vet driver, I could see the 'vet had his turn signal on. The Cel. guy was so intent on enticing the 'vet into a drag at the light he did not notice the light bar behind him. Light turns green, Cel. dumps the clutch, does burn out throwing gravel at me and po-po, I could hear the rocks hitting the patrol car, the 'vet eases out into the intersection awaiting his turn and po-po has the Cel. pulled over in 1/2 a block. I was watching unfold in front of me laughing my ass off! Always check your 6!

 

[Map8]

At the deli that ranger came into the parking lot but left again. You're a Bad Influence ! Lol

Mad

I try to do my best.

Bill doesn't run from the law. The law runs from him.

 

[budman]

Bill doesn't run from the law. The law runs from him.

 

[BillSmith]

Bill fought the law and...the law run...

Bill doesn't run from the law. The law runs from him.

Can confirm the above statement.

Have mentioned this before. Rode with Bill and group through Yosemite. He cautioned wicking it up in the park, as rangers were active and the speed limit is lower than spirited riding rates.

My sub-group passed Bill as he was stopped taking pictures of us. Who was first to Whoa Nellie Deli? Yeah, Bill. Easily overtook us. The man can ride.

 

[Busy Little Shop]

Collage creative writing assignment Hemingway style...

My 84 500 INTERCEPTOR...
North bound on flat and featureless H35 Oklahoma...
Top speed of my little Honda: 125MPH
Fine: $135

Prosecutor said, "Don't get caught in this town after sun down boy"

There came a 500 Interceptor north bound on flat and featureless H35
Oklahoma... 3 heavily marked Patrol cars are lined up in ambush
supported by an unmarked low flying Cessna 150... the trap was set...
you speed you pay... recalling the Fighter Pilots code "lose sight,
lose the fight" the rider is afforded ample time to bring about the
required 55 response... still he draws those law enforcement stares
that say all motorcyclists don't pay enough... they all speed don't
they??? It's a parade masquerading as normalcy... One rider... one
never ending expanse of open freeway at awful but lawful speed
monitored by a low flying Cessna 150... this is a stand off... a test
of nerves... pilot waits in anticipation for the motorcyclist to break
pace once the piercing eyes of ground based Patrol cars are lost...
the rider waits for the pilot to reach the threshold of boredom...
after all 55mph in an airplane is just as about as much fun as 55 on a
motorcycle...

All at once the pilot deems enough and pulls a U turn in the sky...
the rider monitors the exit of his sky born chaperone and celebrates
by tucking into a fetal ball and pulling the trigger on the
throttle... he's a disappearing dot fast approaching the horizon... ah
ha the pilot is affirmed... the rider is indeed a speeder and right in
front of the high flying eyes of the law... we have him... the plane
yanks and banks a 180 in the sky and begins pursuit at max speed only
a Cessna 150 can manage... the front silhouette of the penance plane
grows but there's ample time to bring about the required 55
response... the pilot gets there is a hurry but only to monitor the
rapid change in velocity... he's sitting on a corn flake in
anticipation of a get away but the rider clicks off perfect 55s for
miles upon miles... unbelievable... the sky and ground duet hasn't
gone unnoticed by the worm on the wheel cagers... it's not every day
that you're treated to a fast looking motorcycle shadowed by the
flying law...

The stand off in the sky shifts in the favor of the rider as the plane
breaks away into a bank for the 2nd time... as the tail of the Cessna
dims... the rider tucks in the bubble and pins the throttle like he
was going for the land speed record for a 500 Honda... the rider is
giggling in his helmet but the pilot is not amused... this is the
public highway... he fire walls the throttle and executes a tight 180
diving to catch up... the rider fears a hair cut courtesy of the
approaching metal propeller so at the next concrete overpass he rolls
to a stop to keep out of sight as protection... the pilot circles over
head like a Hawk waiting for his prey to escape in any direction...

Next comes the wail of a siren followed by lights of a patrol car...
the jig is up... the rider surrenders with arms raised... it's the
code of the old west... The Trooper launches his girth out the car
door with pistol pointing and barks "HALT, it's a good thing you gave
up because the pilot in the plane wants to shoot you, the Oklahoma
Kansas border is blockaded and my Patrol car engine is badly
overheating." The ticket is signed and hands are shook... there's a
tiny measure of respect savored by both parties... you play you pay
its understood...

It's a different story in the New Kirk Oklahoma Court House 10 days
later... The prosecutor just so happens to be related to the low
flying pilot that wanted to pop the motorcyclist with a bullet... the
Judge reads the 70mph + charge and levees the fine but the prosecutor
objects that it's not enough... he walks over to the rider's gear and
picks up the full face red Simpson helmet and thrust it towards the
Judge and proclaims that this apparatus is evidence that this biker is
capable of much higher speeds than the 70mph indicated and moves that
anyone caught speeding to that degree ought to spend time in jail...
the rider stands and objects... "on what grounds" ask the Judge...
well your honor just because a man sports the necessary apparatus it's
not enough evidence to convict him of rape... the Judge thinks for a
second and rules that the fine stands and that jail is a hardship only
because of rider's active military commitment at McConnell AFB
Kansas... court adjourn!!!

Before the rider clears the court house the Prosecutor turns and
issues a black hearten warning "don't get caught in this town after
sun down boy"

 

[budman]

That is a great one!!!!

 

[Butch]

OMG. I was going to go with TLDR, But this story is pure poetry. Thank you.

 

[dmfdmf]

I have never run from the cops on my moto but I knew a guy when I was at Cal who used to run all the time. He had committed to memory all the lane blocks that neighborhoods had installed to stop thru traffic and would use those to escape the pursuit of BPD. Occasionally he'd ask to put his moto in our garage "temporarily" when things got too hot to avoid parking on the street. I heard years later that he did 8 years in prison for armed robbery so that is cautionary tale that running from the cops is a bad life-choice that leads to prison ;-0

This thread did remind me of one time that I ran from the cops in a souped-up Datsun 280Z when I was still in highschool back in the early 80's. It wasn't my car but a friend of my brother. The guy was a grade-A asshole and lost a bet to me, the details of which I don't recall, but the payout was I got to use his sports car for the weekend. This guy was such a bad apple that years later he ended up in prison for 8 years. 60 Minutes even did a special on him and interviewed him when he was convicted of running some kind of ponzi scheme fraud (like Social Security but not blessed by the govt) ;-0

Anyways, on a Friday night me and a buddy, in the 280Z, went to an "ice sliding" party in a SJ park that was announced by fliers at a number of local highschools. There was a huge turn out and, as you might expect, the cops got wind of it and had staked it out and were prepared. As soon as we hit the slopes on our blocks of ice we were raided by 5 or 6 patrol cars and numerous cops to break up our party. We all scattered like gazelles escaping a hungry lion, grabbed our shit (and beers) then dashed to our cars to make an escape.

Unfortunately for me, one of the cops latched on to me in his patrol car and was right on my tail as I made my exit. In any case, the thought of pulling over never crossed my mind and I put pedal to the metal and was racing away as fast as I could, turning left, turning right in an unfamiliar neighborhood. The 280Z was pretty fast and handled great so I was able to get a lead on the cop, trying to shake him. Unfortunately, at one point, with the cop still in pursuit but far enough behind that he could not track me -- my heart sunk as I turned left into a cul-de-sac. I thought we were cooked. Entering the cul-de-sac I noticed that there was a large RV parked on one side of the street so I whipped around and parked right behind it, turned off the engine and lights and me an my buddy ducked under the dash. Moments later the cop went screaming past the cul-de-sac in hot pursuit and me and my friend counted our blessings, ditched the car and went to another party.

 

[Whammy]

Whammy ran once and only once as a teen. Twas a hot summers day in a city between haystack and san ramon on my way to visit a chick i was diggin. Lights went off I knew the area well so I looked back and spouted 'catch me if you can'. The chase at its height i saw at least 4 patrol cars behind be but i was just flying. all total is must of been about 25 mins with me pulling into the girls garage, after i shook off the popo. Garage door closed we could hear the cars racing back and forth on the streets surrounding her home. I was scared and jubilant at the same time. 5 hours later her dad came home from work, I could hear him scream her name like it was right next to me but i was upstairs. Inside garage door flies open and I hear" where is that Mother Fucker" She looks up at me and said come down you there's no place to go. There he stood 6 ft 5 240 lbs and man he looked meaner than cat shit. He grabs me and holds me against the wall.... if i was to pee my pants that was the time to do it. He says 'do you know what you did', i said 'yea it was a big mistake'. He tells me not to move so i stayed glued to the wall. He tells the daughter you cant see this idiot anymore. He opens the fridge grabs a beer, starts drinking it and then says you can go, but you can not see my daughter anymore. I said "yes sir".
I never saw her again after that day, and avoided that city like the plague.
The day i ran from the popo and lost them driving a 77 Honda Accord hatchback.

 

[senpai71]

I told this story in the LEO thread a while back - I was coming south on 101 through Marin up the hill past Marin City going WAY too fast. Near the top, before the tunnel, I noticed the cruiser right behind me turn on his lights, but at that point the traffic ahead of me slowed fast and stopped (early rush hour), and I just lane split into it and disappeared, leaving the cruiser stuck behind the cars.

Came home, put the bike away and prayed the cops hadn't gotten my license. I mean, I don't know whether they could/would even come after me, since they couldn't prove it was me riding, but I never went that fast again. For a while

Separate story:

I got busted by the safety patroller at a Tahoe ski resort for 'speeding' past slower skiers/riders on my carving snowboard (narrow, very long, hard boots). He waved at me to slow down and I just bombed past him and he tried to catch me, but couldn't.

I thought I had gotten away, but of course, since I was the only person on the mountain on that type of board, he caught up with me riding later in the day and revoked my season pass, which was a bummer, since this was only January, so that was $400 down the drain.

My wife was PISSED.

 

[Holeshot]

Every chance I get lol

Hahaha! Classic!

 

[tuxumino]

never ran once lit up but when I saw a land shark flip a bitch to catch me I certainly tried to evade.
back in high school we used to have BB gun wars, if the cops showed up we ran like startled raccoons into the bushes. Some got caught but not I.