Out running "The Man"...

Buddy & I were cruising thru Golden Gate Park one friday night, ( 69 Chevy Nova, 250 6cyl, bored, cammed and twin Weber 44 IDA's ) not speeding or anything, just cruising. We come to an intersection and the jerk headed towards us has his brights on, I flash him- nothing, I figure "O.K. A--hole, lets see how you like this, I hit the switch for the 100 watt driving lights I had mounted in the bumper cutouts. He hit his switch too, for the red & blue party lites... I got flustered, shut down the lights then thought " Eff it!- I cant afford another ticket!" back on goes all the lights and I punch it- haul a-- to the first exit, bail out of the park & into the neighborhood across Sloat Blvd. Bogart in & out of a few streets as quick as I can all the while my buddy is alternating btw laughing himself silly & crapping his jeans if we get caught- we didn't. I think I was out of the park before he got turned around. Probly would've only gotten a lecture, but I escalated it into a crime. Ah, the stupidity of youth- amazing as many of us lived thru it as did.

Robert

 

Did something like that in my youth while on a motorcycle. Thought I got clean away untill I pulled nto my driveway and he was waiting for me to come home. At least my bike didnt get impounded. Was fun while it lasted!

 

Hid my car for almost a year 'cause of a crazy stunt...fooled 3 staties and got clean away with the help of a couple truckers.

 

I hope the 5-0 who were chasing you aren't reading this thread.......:Comp:

 

i am.............not like i care

 

Haha-LOL- if so, He's been wating 30 years to catch me!!!- the red & blues are proly mounted on his lil 3 wheeled electric scooter chair!!p

 

Way back when they raided our Tues Night street races. We had a regular Tues night thing growing each week and even had cars coming from Miami 70 Miles away. Any way we had about 70 participants when the HP came down with about 7 cruisers. I had just cleared the finish line at 100 plus, It was a flying 1 mile run. Anyway, I got away with 11 inch slicks on a Caddy powered 34 Ply street rod running through the woods on farm roads. Since the car was so notable and I worked in a paint and body shop, I changed her out from red primer to gray the next night. Sure enough HP showed up chasing the little red coupe and I sent them after another similer coupe! I hope he had a good alibi!

 

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Glad you didn't get caught.

As a 60 year old dad. Are you nuts, what were you thinking!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As a 60 year old hot rodder. Go Baby!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've run three times never got caught.
1. on my harley dresser, don't know how I got away on I-4 in Orlando.
2. on a full 200+ mph road race bike that should not have been on the street. Passed him tached out in 5th gear so I'm guessing 160+ mph, then kicked 6th gear and kept accelerating. By the time he got on the road and up to speed I had to be 2 miles in front and just kept going. No way anyone catches it on open country roads anyway. (Thank God no deer ran out.)
3. in Ft. Lauderdale in my 70 455 Skylark in 1987. Lost him in Ft. Lauderdale traffic and hid the car in GF's garage when I got to her house for the whole weekend (she was a Ft. Lauderdale cop too and never told).

4. I once pulled over after passing a trooper at 120 mph and waited while he turned around because there were no turn offs for 10 miles so there was no where to run. I was in my 61 Vette so no point. He loved the car so much he let me go with a very, very stern warning. Whew, thank you God.

Mikey

 

... Cruisin down to BG for the Nats in my RoadMonster Wagon - 950+ miles each way with Moon (TufBuick) and Larry aka The Wizard. Larry's doing 0.005 mph over the speed limit for a few hours ... I did first shift but was tired after working all day so I gave the wheel to Larry.

After a few hours of biting his nails going so fast with the Wiz behind the wheel, Moon yanks him out of the pilot's seat at the next fillup (I grab shotgun) and takes over accelerating WOT up the on ramp and didn't let off until the speedo read OMG !!

He was cruising between 90-100mph ... its 0-stupid thirty in the morning, pitch black out, and the roads are pretty clear. The RoadMaster wants more

As we're criusin' at warp 9.5 I see a trooper in the median just as we're passing him and tell Moon to back her down ... instead he sees a line of semi's up the road about a mile so puts the stirrups to the wagon catching them in no time and ever so gently slides inbetween two of them that were close coupled. In that brief moment I saw Mr. PoPo I could tell he had his interior lights on and head down reading something but Im sure we set off every buzzer and alarm

a good minute later the trooper comes FLYING by in the left lane chasing who ever that A-hole was that thought he'd set a land speed record on his watch - passing us and the line of trucks like we were stuck in time ...

... and when he got out ahead of the convoy a good ways he realized there's no one ahead for miles !!

Still in the left lane, He slows way down and eventually one by one our convoy begins to pass him - MoonMan and The Wizard figure the gig's up and we're going to Jail where the Banjo's play all nite long but I know better !!

WOODGRAIN INVISIBILITY TO THE RESCUE !! He barely even looked over and when he did he saw this really old guy :bla: driving a whale with a TriShield emblem on its nose ... with what looked like his two much younger sons :moonu: along for the ride. The Thule Roof Carrier didn't hurt the disguise either. I turned around and watched as he eventually pullled back over onto the median shaking his head ... as Moon turned the wick back up on the 'Monster exceeding Ludacris Speed setting the Cruise Control to Plaid

 

better than 20 years ago on 294 heading north out of chicago about midnight shot past a state trooper at a buck thirty on my slightly modified honda vf1000R. I saw the lights come on for a seocmd then go off. Nevermind

 

Yeah ... but it was the Woodgrain Invisibility phenomenon that got us out of it

Seriously - If you've never driven a ride with woodgrain you have no idea. Cops don't even look at you

... neither does any female below the age of "seriously wrinkled" but o No:

 

The only time I tried I was unsuccessful.
My buddy a me were out in the Riv cruising St. Paul's University Ave on a Fri. or Sat. night.
I was at a light, and when it turned green I was heavy on the throttle.
My friend says, "Dale! Didn't you see that cop going the other way?!"
No! :shock:
In my mirror, I see he is attempting to do a U-turn to come back.
I quickly ducked down a side street, but he was on me just the same.

Pulled me over, and after seeing we were just a couple of harmless guys from suburbia, and convinced him we were not trying to evade him, wagged his finger at us and let us go.

It was then I noticed he pulled me over right in front of the precinct headquarters.
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Ha! :laugh:

 

Nice!

One of my younger brothers (now deceased) had a '64 Nova wagon with a built 327/400/~3.00 Ford 9". He could turn 160 in it, with that axle. He won a lot of street races with it. Once, he was boonin' down the Hollywood Freeway in Sun Valley, CA, at warp speed and passed a motorcycle CHP handing out a ticket. That particular car had the same brakes as a Malibu (5 lug, 10 inch drums), so it could slow mighty fast, being a lot lighter. He took the next off-ramp with the anchor all the way down. The officer pulled up next to him at the bottom of the off-ramp, looked at the car (BEIGE 4-DR WAGON), and jetted across the street, back onto the freeway, looking for the perp. He eventually ripped the body apart from the torque of the 350 Z28 motor we had installed in it later, and junked it.

That 160 was true speed. He was a lunatic- raced a Corvette on the Grapevine, and the guy backed off. He had his wife and three sons in the car, at the time. Fortunately for all involved, it was a straight line, and he had the tires for it.

He died from lung cancer. Go figure.

 

Only time I tried and was succeeded, I was on the way to a relatives house for thanksgiving dinner, doing about 90 on a bypass freeway. In my old plain jane 4x4 that is. I come over a hill and there on the opposite shoulder is local PD. I back off to about 82 figuring I am already busted. Well he must not have gotten me at 90 because I look at him when I even with him, and that's what he's watching for and he lights up those Red and Blue's. Well just then a long line of traffic he has to wait out before he can cross over. I see my chance, gun it to about 95, hit the next exit ramp screaming all the way. I manage to time the light to make a right turn on to a main surface street. (timing the light isn't a huge deal around here, right on red and all) I then make a quick left into a subdivision I know well that has lots of side streets and cul-de-sacs. So I run straight through to the opposite main drag at a relatively safe 30-35. I then make the first turn I can that will take me out of that particular municipality.

I took the long way home later that night and skipped the area entirely.

 

I laughed so hard my gut hurts....

 

Since it has been over 40 years now I guess I can fess up. I got away with it a few times. The first night I got my 65 Skylark I had to see what the top end might be, got to about 100 and met a bear, while he was turning around to come after me I got slowed down enough to turn on a back road(this was also the first time I found out about brake fade) and hide behind an old church. As you guys all know those neat full width tail lights are a dead give away so I pulled the middle bulbs on both sides for a week or two just in case the same cop was around again. Later I wired in a kill switch for all the rear lights. Another time I burned out of the Big Boy and a city cop saw me and hit the red light, I downded my lights and turned into a housing complex, saw a garage door up with no car in it so I pulled in real quick and ducked. The cop knew I was close so he kept going up and down and around the block, the whole time I am scared to death the home owners would come home with me in their garage. He finally gave up and I went home and left the Big Boy off of my cruise list for a few weeks. I think back on some of the stupid stuff I have done and it makes me wonder how I wasn't in jail or wrapped around a tree or worse. I have somehow forgotten to share these long ago tales with my kids and grand kids!

 

used to routinely speed and get away with it,but had a radar detector back then,guess sometimes the easiest way to win the game is not to play

 

let me tell you one from the other side of the fence....back when I was a police officer... I had built a super strong running 351 ford windsor engine.... decided not to use it in my little bronco so i sold it to a young man from the next town over.....
he brought it over to the house after he got in his truck and I looked it over and helped him do the final check out....
He had paid me cash money,, so i never actually knew his name or where he lived....
A few months later at about 2AM I am sitting beside the road running radar and my unit locked in on a vehicle at 82 mph... the speed limit there was 35... I cleared the reading and it locked in again at 83 mph.... i started the engine and turned the blues on and heard the vehicle hit wide open throttle.... and when it came by me it was that truck...... the race was on.... i chased for 14 miles and all i saw was tail lights getting further and further away and very shortly they disappeared completely..... out done by a engine that I built......ou:ou:

 

Wow doc that is a crazy story!

I have never ran from the cops but I knew a guy who had a 76 Century and he used to do burnouts everywhere... One day some locals lined up some cars as a road block till the cops came as they had already made the call... This crazy driver drove about 80 MPH towards a car they had parked on the road and just before contact they drove the car into the ditch to avoid the impact. The driver next drove the car the next gravel road and swapped both rear tires and re-painted the quarters over the rubber....

The same guy had another run in however it was not the cops this time:

After eating dinner about 100 miles from home his friend asked him to pull over as he felt sick... During this time 3 shots were fired and he hopped back in the car asking about the shots... As they merged back onto the highway a lookout car turned on it's lights and chased them. They ran at about 130 MPH until the car gave up... I guess they were in the wrong place at the wrong time.