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MrUnix made a good point in the "Fumes" thread. How many of us have ever been chased down by the cops ? Bikes or cages !!
This should be good
btw, my stories are posted in the "fumes" thread but I forgot the ones involving my cage years.

Once in a my twin brothers 1973 Datsun 240Z -Canon headers, triple Weber carbs, Super Sprint exhaust. Lost them but they were waiting at my house when I got home. Not only were the cops pissed, my brother Rick was double pissed because they thought it was him. Back then I just got a fine. Now adays they'd throw the book at you.

ok...I got one for you...this was many years ago, circa 1980, in Ottawa Ontario...I was about 26 and had a chopped GS1000...weld-on hardtail, 10 in overstock front end, apes, king and queen, 19" front, 16x5 rear, 4 into 2 Jardine turnouts, coffin tank with red lace paint...you get the picture...anyway, I'm in the process of moving to Baffin Island (my ex-wife was a nurse and accepted a position there)...she was already gone with the kids and I was trying to sell our house...and maybe partying a bit, too, if the truth be known...anyway, I'm visiting a friend and his sister (a babe) needs smokes or something and wants to go for a ride...so off we go...I'm at an intersection, waiting to make a left onto a major street, and a cop goes through the intersection in front of me and gives me a long hard look...I turn the corner and I'm coming up behind him. He stops dead in front of me and motions me to pull over...I'm pissed off, cuz I've done nothing, so I flip him the bird, kick it down into first and let her go...The back wheels smokin', the front wheels off the ground, this chick is wrapped around me like no chick has ever been wrapped like that before, and I'm gone! He hits the lights, and gives chase...there's lots of traffic, lots of pedestrians, and i'm hitting speeds of 70 or 80 but can't get out of second gear because of the need to keep slowing down...the chick on the back is terrified, and I finally pull over cause I don't want anyone to get hurt. The cop gets out of the car, and he's mad...his hand is on his nightstick, and I take off my helmet and throw it at him and yell "What the hell are hassling me for?" He yells back..." Your headlights not on!" ...I think the fine was $170 or something...

The other night, with the wife on board, a MD State Trooper banged a u-turn after we passed, followed me on a lone country road for about 5 miles, than pulled over again. I had on my non-DOT skid lid, single strap, that's the only thing I can think of that drew his interest. I was going exactly the speed limit. I knew a MD State Trooper Captain, who lives about 3 miles beyond our point, I was getting ready to invoke his name if pulled over.
First time for me. (well, since the 80's....)

I've not been involved in any "high speed pursuits" myself for a long time, at least none that I've noticed. But, I can tell a couple of tails...
A coworker had bought himself a Jaguar 140 saloon and wanted to show it off. So, one Friday, some of us piled in and we headed for Las Vegas "the quick way". Somewhere near the narrow place in the road called Searchlight, we got pulled over. At that time, the CHP usedd Dodges with 413 Max Wedge engines in that area, so there was no point in trying to run. Having read that honesty and courtesy was best when dealing with such situations, the guy driving decided that it would be best to tell the truth as he saw it.
"Do you know how fast you were going back there?"
"Yes officer, exactly 120."
When he managed to stop laughing...
"My calibrated speedometer and my certified stopwatch both said you were going exactly 83. Now watch your speed. If I see you doing it again, I'm going to write you up."

In the late 60's, I was working with a guy who was obsessed with Corvettes. After wrok we were going out for a beer when a bright yellow Maseratti passed us on the freeway. Mr. Corvettes forever" asked, "Are those things fast?"
Yeah, they're pretty fast."
"Good!", And he downshifted and put his foot down. As we were watching the Italian taillights getting smaller, a CHP cop in a Dodge came up behind and put on his redlights. We stopped, the cop said, "Stay here, I'll be right back."
We waited for a while, decided maybe he wasn't coming bak and started down the freeway at somewhat below the speedlimit. A few miles down, we saw a towtruck and the patrol car, and the cop and handcuffed Maseratti driver standing there looking down over the side of the freeway. As we passed, we noticed a big splash of bright yellow paint on his oversize front bumper. It looked like the guy tried to run and the cop decided it was a greater hazard to chase him and pushed him over the side. At that point, we both agreed that it would probably be a waste of time to try to run from a cop if he was driving a Dodge.

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The year...1971.

I had just traded my '66 BSA Lightning in on a brand new BSA Rocket 3.

Mike, who also worked at the airport, had a '70 Honda CB750.

We got off work at the same time.

The two Harley-mounted Motor Cops chased us a good couple o' miles or so down Aviation Blvd, before we looked at each other and decided with a look of resignation on our faces that we better pull over and not exacerbate the situation any further.

As I recall, that wait for those two Harleys to pull up seemed to take forever.(but it DID give us time to get our stories in-synch)

Cheers,
Dwight
(got the infraction talked down from "Racing On City Streets" to "Exhibition Of Speed"[slightly not as bad for some reason])

Had a hot 69 Camaro 350 Hooker Headers, 456 posi rear, the year was 1971. I was flying on the country roads heading for home. Went through a stop sign at speed, the intersection was such that you could see oncoming traffic and ignore the sign safely. As I got into the intersection I saw off to the right a local cop, he was far enough away that I hit the gas and pulled into my parents garage and hit the automatic door closure. The door had just closed when he went by. For some reason, that cop did not seem to like me from then on. Running from the law is just not the right thing to do. TR

This was told to me by a friend(Dave)

Date:1979-80
Venue:York
Vehicles:Lambretta & Ford Granada (a Sweeny style car)

Dave pulls up to traffic lights in the Ford Granada behind a lambretta all "modded up" with wing mirrors & crome sticking out from the front
(Quadrophenia style)

The lights change and the "Mod" fails to set off.- As quick as a flash Dave "beeps" the horn at him.

The lambretta driver looks into one of his many mirrors and casually flicks the "v's" (similar to the bird) and drives off slowly.

Dave for some reason had a starter gun in his glove compartment and as he was driving,passed it to his passenger, who proceeds to lean out of the window and take aim at the "mod"

Dave told me you should have seen the mods face change (through his many mirrors) as the gun took aim and when he fired ...well this mod was weaving from side to side, dodging the blanks, believing he was dodging real bullets!

Dave always ends this parable by saying - Im not sure what actually happened to the mod, but I bet he went straight home for a new pair of underpants and to break his 2 offending V fingers!

Regards

Rod

Hmmmm, and some people wonder why cops don't "like" them or give them a break?

When I was in AZ, Feb '05 in a hire car (did the Texas plates have anything to do with it?).
I-17 heading back to Phoenix.
Stopped doing 'around 90' - according to the paperwork.

Played the stoopid Brit tourist abroad (alarmingly well actually ) and got off with a very polite 'watch your speed, sir'.

Nice officers you have out there

He said it won't appear on any computers - let's see next time I come over there, eh?

Not high speed or even medium speed, more like comical speed; but a number of years ago I was heading for home pulling into Monticello UT on hwy 666 in my 72 GMC slant six pickup with a 76 Triumph secured in the bed.

Spying me poking down the road, a Utah Highway Patrolman did U turn, as the color coded safety inspection sticker indicated expiration. But a number of vehicles got in between me and him before he could get in behind me. Knowing what was up and hoping for opportunity, I swung unnoticed into the local Husky station to get a quicky $15 inspection. Unfortunately the mechanic had left for the day. While inside I saw the UHP patrol car go by. I drank a pop or something to kill time and improve my chances. Continuing northbound on 666, I met the same UHP officer who again pulled a U turn, but traffic was busy and it took vital moments. I made the crest of a long steep downhill, the slant six GMC making smart time. I met a number of Ore trucks pulling pup trailers, drivers giving me the thumbs up, but I was no match for a determined UHP officer. He gave me a safety violation notice, which was dismissed when I got the inspection. He also commented that I should have been on the bike!! . I can't remember why I was hauling it that day??

JH

17yrs old, 57 chevy, country road, me, my girlfriend, and the local constable, 100mph and more.....young, dumb, and full of....well you know. back then if you could beat them home you were free. well i got to a store and a few min. later he pulled in. he knew it was me but it was like i was home and was free(like playing tag when you were a kid) we just grined at each other, neither saying a word. now they have radios (he had a radio but he was the only cop for 20mi) and helicopters, and more of them to play. so i wouldnt think about it today. my nephew just tried to outrun them on a crotch rocket and no longer has an assbone, a shoulder, and his foot was sewn back on, he thought he could outrun them???