In my still juvenile mind- I may have had a temporary lapse in judgment, and I ~may have done~ what I’m about to tell you below. I’m sure I’m not the only one, so- share (you know, if you didn’t do something really stupid, like rob a bank, or shoot at someone..)

I may have been working at EDS for about 90 days. I was probably due at work at 8:00 AM, and I probably didn’t switch the alarm to “ON” the night before. I’d surely must’ve awaken and rolled over and once my eyes and brain synchronized, saw it was 7:31. Newby's don't want to be late to any job, so I probably leaped from the bed, knowing I had a shot at making it, since I was only 2.5 miles (door to door) from the EDS campus, plus a 3-4 minute walk from the parking lot to the desk… In bad traffic- that 2.5 miles could mean a 12 minutes drive; in good traffic, 8 minutes. I would have run in the bathroom, took care of business in there, then jumped in my clothes, kissed the wife goodbye, and hauled **** for the Nissan Maxima SE, 5-Sp..

I may have blasted onto Ohio, shot across Spring Creek and raced down to Tenneyson (school zone). I would have then raced westward on Tenneyson, and got caught at the Tenneyson/Preston light. (Time: 7:51 AM) When the light turned green, I would've rolled out, subconsciously snapping the gears off. I was probably going through 3rd gear and 80 MPH, when I would’ve noticed a Plano Police cruiser moving slowly on Tenneyson, heading east, just as I went past him (too late to slow down) at speed. In my mirror, I’d probably see his lights come on. If I’d done any of this, I’d probably think to myself: “I’m gonna be late for work, and I’m gonna get a big-*** ticket for going 80 in a 40.” But, fortunately- if I’d been so stupid, I’d know he had to go to Preston and loop back, in order to chase me, unless he’d jump the curbs and median (unlikely).

Weighing that data, the right foot would’ve said “Go for it”, and stupidly, I probably would have.

If I had done this, as I would’ve approached the gate, I’d know he was probably rounding Tenneyson/Preston now, and would be coming up quickly. I would have prayed there would be no line going into the campus, and that my gate card reader would work… If there was no line and no wait for the reader, I’d surely have ducked into the campus, and rounded the first turn, quickly accelerating out of sight (thanks to the hedges).

I would have parked on the other side of the building, and exited the vehicle promptly. By now, it’s got to be nearly 7:53/7:54 and I’d still have a 3-4 minute stroll to get to the building. So, I would’ve started jogging… A cool jog, after all, we had to wear suits and shoes back then…

My heart would’ve been pounding; not knowing for sure if he ever came after me or not, of if he knew it was hopeless and gave up. But on that day, I wouldn’t have waited around to see, because I would have surely gotten a ticket that day. I wouldn’t have gone home that way for several days…

That may have been the first and only time I’d ever run from the cops…

I’ve come up the tollway at very high speeds on many occasions in later years, trying not to be late, or simply racing other cars...

You never realize how light the front end of a 1997 Maxima is, until you round the curves of the tollway at high speed… It felt like the tires were loosing their grip with the road, and that was one of the last times I ever drove it that fast, in a curve…

15 – 33: Years of living dangerously, for men…

Back then, doing something this stupid was a misdemeanor; now it is a state jail felony, 180 days in the pokie...
Can you imagine jail time (6 months) for something so silly?

Back in 1986 though, I had a Tensas Parsih Deputy pull the lights on me one time. I was in my Mom's car (1985 Pontiac Phoenix, 2.8L V6), and wanted to see what it would do, so I went to one of the side entrances into town, and headed south on 65. The highway was clear, so I gunned it. I don't know how fast i was going because in the 80's, most cars speedometers only went to 85 (What was that all about?) So, the needle was pegged at "N(eutral)" MPH, as I approached this big, dark car. I didn't have a radar detector back then (HS) so I had no way of knowing it was a cop. All of a sudden, red & blue lights came on, and headlights started flashing just as I am about 200 feet from him, going probably 100 MPH. It's a wonder I didn't plow right into him in a panic (two lane highway). I hit the brakes, as my knutz jumped into my throat, and I looked in the rearview mirrors.

I could see Mom yelling at me, and taking my license from me. When my eyes focused, slowing to maybe 20 MPH, angling for the shoulder, I could, see he'd kept going..

He didn't turn around, and his lights were off. I guess that was his way of saying, "SLOW DOWN, I COULD'VE HAD YOU." I turned in, and went home. 20+ years later, Mom still doesn't know that happened...

 

Never ran from them, hid in the woods many times when they would raid a party.

Been followed home a few times also.

 

I dont need to. The cops run from me.

 

i would never share an experience like that here.

even if i did that once in the late 80's on a 85 kawasaki gpz550 and got away, i still wouldnt tell the story in such a public forum.

i somtimes miss the youthful sense of indestructability.

then i usually read my 401k statement, relax on my sofa or deck, take the prescriptions my md gave me to ensure a longer healthier life, and i go to bed.

 

I used to run from the cops all the time on my 2001 Suzuki GSXR600. I have a motocross background and a racing attitude which doesn't help. I got so ****y running from the cops here in tally that I made the mistake of running from them in unfamiliar territory. To make a long story short here are the details: 166 mph for fifteen minutes, three counties, 12 tickets, about twenty squad cars, 2 felonies, 2 misdameanors, 33 days in jail, and 3 years probation. Thats a hell of a way to end spring break for a 21 year old. But I'm almost 25 now and those days are over. Thank god my dad is a lawyer (got the charges reduced). Evil Kenievel was my jailhouse nickname. It was the most boring 33 days of my life, but I learned a lot. Like a King Ranch is much safter than my gixer....im thinking of suping it up though...JK...lol

my 2 cents

 

I was with a freind of mine on a lonely stretch of road East of Paragould one night. He had about an '88 GT with a 150 shot on it. We were racing this dude from Kennett, MO in a Blue '94ish Camaro Z28. We took off and about middle way through 2nd gear there was a State Rod sitting on the RH side of the road in a driveway. Next thing we saw was bluelights. We were waxing this Camaro's A$$. The Camaro pulls over. My buddy doesn't. He says hold the F@#K on! and we hauled *****. He left the Nitrous on for a good 2 mins. I was begging him to stop, we were in overdrive doing God knows how fast with a 150 shot spraying the whole time. I was like "Man you are going to blow this turd up!" After awhile the cop was like a mile behind us. I was like dude, let off of this Sumbich, please. His granny lived just up the road, and we were trying to make it there. We got about 1 mile from there and the car started miss-firing like mad. He shut it down and killed the lights and we coasted to his grandma's and parked it on the patio. The cop was a good 30 seconds behind us. I was so freakin scared. A Sherrif's Jeep Cherokee came flying by like 5 minutes later like he was going to catch us. We laid low for awhile and another buddy picked us up. He told his Grandma his car tore up and he'd be back later to pick it up. When we got almost back to town in the other car, there was a road block set up on this same little state hwy. They motioned us on through and there was no blue Camaro in sight. Turns out he had lifted a head and gaulded a bunch of pistons on his car. Retard. :lol

 

I almost forgot...they roadblocked me with a log truck....thats how they finally got me...well that and the pistols...lol

 

Billy that sounds like a pretty brutal existance on the edge. Maybe you should take it easier

Yesterday when I was young
the taste of life was sweet
as rain upon my tongue....

 

Heck yea I run. Out here in the country I can be up a "hollow" road before the cops can even get turned around.

 

NOLES187

that is the exact reason why i wont get another bike.

Ive been chased once but didn't know it. i was pulled over. (mentioned earlier.)

pulled over and then ran and got away once on my 1989 FZR600. ran a few other times when i thought i was going to get pulled over.

ran on my dirt bike a couple of times ( who hasn't)

started to run in the mustang. buddies were egging me on to run. after about a mile i pulled over, even before the cop had even caught up to me.

flying along in the left Lane on the interstate a couple years ago in my truck. went under a bridge and there was a cop hidden. as soon as i saw him, his light came on and he merged into traffic. i went around a slight curve and there was an exit. i took it at about 85 from the left lane cutting off a few people. i disappeared in to town making many turns. i got away but it felt like my heart was going to explode from the adrenaline.

i now drive very calm and lawfully.

 

I've been on COPS two times, almost three but once there was no film in the camera so they let me go.

Jerry Springer pays better though.

 

A good friend of mine's ENTIRE FAMILY was on COPS in Kansas City, MO, in the early 90's. I met his cousin "Jaw Bone" a year or so after that was filmed... (Jaw Bone was the one the cops came there to apprehend.) His cousin, (my friend) told us about this in early 1992, so this must've happened in 1990 - 1991, he brought the tape back to Fort Hood, but by then- we'd seen it on TV.

Boy, those cops got their asses whipped in that house that day... Even Grandma was whipping cops asses, she was tagging that one female cop so nicely, she could barely get that shoulder mounted walkie-talkie off to call for back-up...

When back-up arived, Jaw Bone ended up being apprehended.

Fortunately, no one got shot (by the cops), and they didn't even arrest grandma (if memory serves). Grandma was mad and started fightign the cops because of the way they were handlign her gransdon (Jaw Bone).

 

I got caught before I ever had a chance to run.

 

I use to run from the cops alot back in the 70's, sometime edge them on with my girlfriend giving them the finger...

 

did it two years ago, also in plano LOL

be careful hersh, they have the hemi charger squad cars now . . then again wtih EDS, ross perot's got your back. what intersections do you live near? maybe i can give you an even more cop-free shortcut