Good evening my lovelies,

I know all of you have run from the cops from one time or another in your life...

Our story today starts as they often do, with meholding theshotgun position with one of my less than intelligent friends in his truck.
Riding along in what can only be described as sobria inebriatas, that is to say we weren't drinking, we had come to the conclusion that Interstate 5 was the perfect venue for some flagrant violation of common speed laws.

This particular stretch of interstate has been described by many as the most heavily patrolled chunk of blacktop nearing only saturation level of the Dunkin Donuts parking lot. That being said, the needle on the odometer continued it's unrestricted arc. We were flashing under overpasses, blurring the sequence of painted dotted lines as only triple digit speeds can do, and we saw the cop. Nearly a mile ahead of us, on the next overpass, was a parked squad car. Almost the instant we saw it, it began it's blinding light show, and started moving.
Thinkingfast, my buddy got on the brakes, but not nearly as hard as I had braced for. Stunning me further, he begins a terra firma exploration known only to rally drivers and Dakar participants. Being shielded from view by the very overpass which the cop had made his perch, we had time to beat a hasty path through the thick underbrush lining the freeway.
The next scene unfolded somewhat hazily, but I remember driving through what looked like someone's back yard.
After the speed had bled off a little, we regained some control of the vehicle, and directed it back down a suburban side road, then without warning, we whipped into a driveway and became silent.
My friend turned off the truck, and with his still shaking hands fished out his cigarettes, offered me one, and for the next few minutes we sat in total silence. Silence being a relative term, as my heart was pounding so loud, my ears would have been deaf to a fragmentation grenade detonating 5 ft from me.

Needless to say, my buddy only begrudgingly obliged in driving me home. He had planned to just reclaim the truck sometime the next day, when he figured the police would probably have calmed down and called off the dragnet. I must say, that his recitation of any scripture while we made our way back home was entertaining. "Oh Father, who art in heaven...blessed be thy name".

I have more stories... Let's hear some of yours.

 

ROFL!!!!!!

Thankyou Lordfor not letting me be thatinsane!

 

i've pulled into random driveways many a time lol...

one time im riding around with this girl playing "sex" (see one headlight, yell sex, hit the roof, loser takes off an article of clothing)... i'm losing so i decide to scare her into not paying attention by showing her what the truck will do. i round a corner, see one, call "sex"... and proceed to notice a light bar on top of the car. im look down. 81. speed limit is 40. uh oh. as it turns out, he only had one headlight, but all the blue lights were working... i gunned it, slid through an intersection cut through a neighborhood pulling about 60 and made a circle back to the road... when i pulled up to the main road i saw the cop pulling into the neighborhood. i took the truck to the house and shut the garage

 

OOOO those are both good! Ive been with my friend in his BMW 325i when we went flying through an intersection at ohh say 95... the limit was 45... hes got tunnel vision but I see that adrenaline causing crown vic with the bumper gaurd and light rack. I told him as he blew through the intersection, "Aaaaannnnnd theres a cop" with a calm voice. He thought I was bull****ting till he saw it too and proceeded to take a 50 mph 90 degree turn into a nieghborhood cutting turns like a bat outta hell winding randomly trying to confuse the pursueing cop. We ended up finding our way out and getting away, we tookthe back way home...lol

 

Another time I won't waste your time with, but I once tested the off roading capabilities of a 99 Pontiac Grand Am. It somehow outran and thus, outperformed a somewhat determinedCrown Victoria over the stretch of several miles of desert. Let me just say that I extend my deepest gratitude to the designers of that car, and it's because they did such a fantastic job that I am still here today.

Iwas spotteddoing soccer field drifting at the local high school one night in my ZO6 once too. I don't believe the engineers deemed it neccesary to test for such stresses to the body and frame from what jumping curbs, mowing over planter pots, and hauling *** through a gravel quarry would do either. Aside from a few nice scratches, I got away clean.

The first snowfall of the season usually finds me in an abandoned parking lot testing the grip, or lack thereof, of summer performance tires on ice and snow. It doesn't matter what vehicle I happen to be in either, it's always the same kind of driving. The police, and other law enforcement agencies frown on such behavior, but so far it has yet to take any meaningful effect. Snow frickin sucks to drive in, so to make my peace with it, it's something I have to get out of my system.

Oh boy... The foolish things young men do with the best of intentions.

 

I've been in a bunch of double the speed limit races and then pulled the "duck and run" manuever but it was always before I saw law enforcement. Don't wanna give them the chance to catch up where I can see em if I think they might be coming. So I've never "actually" ran from a cop knowingly.

 

I have a few, some don't involve vehicles with doors or headlights.

Let see there is three stories on quads, one on a dirtbike, and three in vehicles.

Most of them were retarded manuvers but these are the best three "retarded" manuvers!

1. At a highschool party. Got drunk, found my buddies Yamaha Warrior (built for racing) and played “Race the neighborhood SUVs”! I won against a Lexus driven by one of the local neighborhood “yuppie” kids. Cops got called. I pull up in front of buddies house, see lights reflecting off of the houses behind me. Fly into his yard, hit the front brakes instead of the rear (remember I was drunk now). Flipped the quad into the bushes, crawl off it and into the shed and close the door. Cops passed by, shined a light in the yard, saw nothing and left. I open the shed, everyone is huddled behind the house ditching there drinks and dodging view of passing cars just to be safe. Then they see me come out of the shed and they all begin cheering for the evasive stunt that allowed me to ditch the cops. I didn’t want to tell them it was an accident!

2. A dirt bike and private property of a construction company. I was racing friends on my YZ 250 when the Cops show up. We book like hell. Everyone is on a quad except for me a Chuck. Cops had a trick up their sleeve, a K-5 blazer with a trailer on it. What’s on the trailer…oh a pretty little white and blue Raptor (fast quad). I cut though the woods. No trail, just woods. Everyone else except for Chuck goes on a trail. And they ALL got caught. I had the YZ pegged through the woods dodging trees and somehow I make it to Chuck’s house. Chuck wasn’t so lucky. He made it home but at the expense of his handlebars and shoulder. (Didn’t miss all the trees but I give him credit, his dirt bike was scary fast and he was probably full tilt in the woods like me). Turns out the bastards flushed them into a clearing with the raptor where more police were waiting for them. Ouch!

3. So I am with my retarded friend in his 68 Camero after he picks me up from work. “You have to see this” is never a good way to start the night out. We go to the local park and I see this plume of smoke coming from the woods. This can’t be good! We drive down this little road and there are three cop cars sitting in front of a flaming porta-potty. He slows down like an idiot, points and laughs and we drive off. After giving him some sh*t about being a such an Einstein, I look in the mirror and see one of the cops running for his car. “Sh*t man, we were made!” So now comes the best part. Paul’s night vision. Lights go off, (at 11:30 PM so its pretty damn dark) and he floors it. Now the genius has headers and drag mufflers on it so it’s not exactly “quiet”. We are off! I have no idea how fast, I just remember see my pack of smokes go across the dash, then levitate when we hit a dip in the road, then fly back over to me all in like 3 seconds. He sees a faint driveway, slides the car into it (after smacking the rear tire off the curb and making two huge skid marks). And off goes the engine. One cop car flies by, then another…..but not the third. “Oh look Paul, he saw your giant skid marks on the pavement, go figure!” We were frisked and questioned. They called my work so I got off Scott free. Paul didn’t. He had to report to the police station first thing in the morning to prevent his arrest. I think he just served some community service or something, but still WHAT A RETARD HUH?

 

i cant wait to see what POPO has to say about all this nonsense! jk jk
these are some ballsy moves!
i like your guys' style. everytime that i have been involved with the cops i am a big P***Y
the only thing that i have ever done is pile a bunch of people into the box of my truck and sneak them out of a highschool bush party when i was the only one that was legally allowed to drink. i thought i was pretty badass! the cops were sitting on the side of the road with a bunch of people questioning them and i just drove on by! lol

good stuff keep them comin!

 

Ive gotten drunk and ran from the cop many times in my Saturn. They stopped chasing me and now just wait at my house. They all know my car ive had some car meats at the house were there has been 50 or better cars there. So I am kind of known by the local police. Ive came home a few time wile they were sitting in my driveway with a ticket ready for me. They also have pulled up next to me at a stop light and bitched me out For racing around town. They told me to keep that sh*t on the highway were they dont patrol. Or do my racing in the outskirts of town. But I still cant let a race go. Some times people will drive by my house and rev at us, I dont know if there saying hi or come get me. So we take turns running them down and it usually turns into a cat and mouse thing. ere is a video of one of my car meets is all ricers But they are domestic cars.

 

I bet Popo has some pretty good stories to tell as well. Where did he go anyway? I have never done it but some of my friends think its a sport to run form the cops. Mostly cuz if thet get caught they know they will get out of it. I dont really wanna press my luck.