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Back in Augsburg Germany in 1994, I was on my ZX-11, went on post, MPs were running radar, and I was like 10 over the speedlimit, he turned on his blues on his VW van and pursued me, I pretended to not hear him, and just kept on my way, I heard him all too well, I looked in the mirror, it was this dude I sort of knew, he had a grin from ear to ear, then, I said **** this, I twisted my right wrist, slipped between a few cars, and out the front gate I went, no way was he keeping up with me, he actually chased me for a bit too, I went by 2 Polizei in Mercedes' stopped on the side of the road, they didn't give one **** I was being chased by the MPs, if they rendered chase, I would have stopped -- you don't mess with Polizei! Well, Mr. MP gave up only a short time later, but, I knew a short cut home, so, I took it. It's a walking trail down a river in Augsburg, so, here I go Mr. Italian Job as I ride down the steps on a ZX-11, taking the short way to my house! Made it to the house, put the bike in the storage shed; yanked the plate off, put the cover over it, get in the house I calm down and think WTF was I doing? It sure was fun! About 45 mins later, the same MP comes to my door with my supervisor, they bang on it, I ignore them thinking all I have to do is account for my missing work for a few hours this morning. I take the plate and open up the VCR and put it inside as a safe hiding place.

When they leave, I get out to my car, drive innocuously to my work at Gablingen Kaserne, but, along the way, the same MP was looking for my car, he had another MP in another vehicle looking for me too; like I was a ******* fugitive or something -- when all I did was evade a ticket! Well, they yanked me out of my Dodge Daytona Shelby, I was like WTF are you guys doing, they say "You know what we're doing", so, I shut up, say nothing, they ask me at the station where I was etc., I say nothing because I don't need to. My 1SG comes and signs for me, out we go, he asks me what's going on, I tell him I just went for it. He laughed and said you're likely to see the BN CDR over this one! Sure enough, I was called into the carpet, standing on front of this commander a few days later, they had a mass of information, including my supervisor Sharon Posing who got into my shed and made a statement that my engine was warm -- so I must have been using my bike. The only way she got into the shed was I had a worm upstairs for a neighbor was was CID and a rat fink mole bastard who was all too eager to assist in investigating, as he too has a key to the shed. So, there I am, standing there as this Commander is reading me a narrative that is all wrong, pieced together facts that were all skewered from their interpretations as I never told the details to anyone.

Well, something clicked in me, I said **** it again, and laughed as I am there facing this noodnick Battalion Commander; Rick Halbleib, he was incredulous like why am I laughing at these "serious charges", I said b/c you all have it all wrong. I then told them the play by play detailing how and why I did what I did, the why part was sort of shallow -- had no real reason other than 130 hp between my legs and I wanted to test my skills at your MPs security on post -- and that while I was tying up your MPs chasing me, there were Iraqi immigrants taking pictures of the south gate -- which was not seen or apprehended b/c you were chasing me!

I 'admitted' my 'crime' and was punished for 30 days extra duty; raking leaves which I felt was too harsh and got a FG Art 15 which also was silly. My 1SG thought so too, and he was responsible for 'filing' this Art 15 with the Army, which he sent to the shredder! His name is Mike Neises, I sure would like to 'Thank' him for taking care of me! Where Halbleib, Posing, and that worm CID scum are now, I have no idea, nor do I really care! When I look back on it now, and think what would have been different, I would have stopped immediately for the MPs, and taken my aggression out on my dirt bike, which I do from time to time all the while improving my riding skill sets so if I need to really evade something more important I can do so even today on my ZX-14!
 
A decade or so back, I was at a Harley rally in mid-Michigan. I had decided to do a "beer-run" before 2:00 am. Bad idea. On the way back to the campground, I was behind a car doing 45 in a 55, on a two-lane country road. Well, being full of piss and vinegar, [and a few other things!], I dropped it two gears and roared around him! Unfortunately, the vehicle in front of him was a Sheriffs patrol car that was in no particular hurry! I had thought about just running as the campground entrance was only 2 miles away, and there were a few THOUSAND bikes there! But I remembered that they also had sheriffs at the gate. So I pulled over. Long story short, one of the "tests" didnt go so well for me. So the cop ushers me to his car and asks me to get in. I said "Are you going to cuff me?" He says " Do I need to?", "No sir" I say. On the way to the Gray-Bar Motel, I ask him what bail will be. He says about $200. I say I dont have that on me, but can get it. He asks if I need to hit an ATM! So we stop at a bank in town and he lets me out so I can withdraw some cash, and he gets back in the car. Again I said "Aren't you going to escort me to the ATM?" Once again he says "Do I need to?" "No sir!" I say. So we get to the cop-shop and I ask if I can have one more smoke before we get down to business. He says I cant smoke in the car, but he will let me have one when we get to the garage, and before we go to the desk.
Long story short, I did wrong, he did his job, and it was nothing personal. I deserved what I got, but the Deputy was kind and professional the whole time.
On the plus side, I did meet a friend I hadn't seen in 20 years in the same lock-up!
Life IS funny!
 
Ok, I'll throw in another one.
I decided one night to take this gal in my Roadrunner and go cruising downtown. She said that it would be a memorable night when I picked her up and she was right!
We headed down town and cruised for a while and taunted some rice burners (before they got fast). About midnight she said we should go find some secluded place to go have some fun. Well hell yea! So off we go. One of the last intersections before leaving downtown I decided to leave a set of posi marks, Man this is a reoccurring event for me! Anyways I laid into the throttle and left some rubber through a 4 lane deserted intersection. Just about the time I was gonna lay off the throttle we heard a loud BANG, WHACK WHACK WHACK! I coasted off the side of the road and into an empty parking lot. I had a bad feeling about the noise but had a feeling what it was. I got out and sure enough, a busted u-joint and the driveline laying on the ground. just then a cop pulled up who had been parked near by. I thought to myself how my night was getting worse and worse. He looked over the situation and said "looks like you have enough troubles". Then took off. Weird I thought to myself.
I pulled out the tool box and rummaged through it to find an old u-joint strap, a couple cups and a couple strap bolts. I then walked back to the intersection and picked up as many needle bearing as I could find. I then crawled under the car and assessed the damage. Well one side of the yolk looked ok but the other had a broken off bolt in it. I tried all I could with the tools I had, vice grips, needle nose pliers, even a screwdriver with a hammer to try and rotate the bolt out but no luck. I saw another cop driving by and asked my date to flag him down to ask for help. She did and when he stopped she said we needed help cause our car broke down. He proceeded to say "we don't help fix cars" and drove off.
I decided to call a good friend of mine and he agreed to come out with some tools to help fix the car. While we were waiting for him I spotted a ford van in an adjacent rental car lot. I snuck over there and crawled under it. BINGO! Just the u-joint straps and bolts I needed. So yes, I appropriated them. When my buddy showed up he pulled out some tools including some drill bits and a chorded drill. Well hell, where we gonna find power for that I asked him? I looked around and saw my car parked next to a light post. Upon further investigation I noticed a plug in at the base, what's the luck in that? I plugged in the drill and it fired up, YEA!!!! I then proceeded to drill out the broken bolt and piece back together the mess I had created. All went well and the bird was back on the road in no time. Unfortunatly for me my date had lost her mood. At least my car was fixed right? So I dropped her off and counted my lucky stars.
Lessoned learned, don't trust the Portland police to help out when you need it, even to call you a tow.... they never even asked
 
Wow, got a lot of views on this thread, need more input. I know if you're a mopar owner you couldn't have been totally law abiding all your life! Lol. Let's hear your stories.
 
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Back in the day.....

For some of us older folks, can you remember, "Back in the day" that the cops would just take your weed, or make you dump it out? Now, when my step-kid is caught with weed, it is mandatory arrest and bail. After that is court-ordered drug-evaluation. Then they run them through a year of mandatory drug and alcohol tests. In essence, punishing the parents, not the kids. Rides 5 times a week so the kid can "drop" and pass the drug and alcohol test. Did I leave out the fee for this?
I miss the old days of having been brought home by the cops, and having my DAD kick my ***!
 
Ok, another time I had just put on another pair of "burn-off" tires. My buddy and I headed out to go cruising around. We stopped in where another friend worked. After visiting for a while we decided to take off. Our other friend said "hey, burn 'em off when you leave". Well I hate to disappoint and the parking lot was empty so what the heck. I set the line locks and romped on the throttle. Both tires immediately began omitting smoke. Releasing the brakes I continued spinning the tires 'till the end of the building. Well low and behold there's jonny law sitting in a parked car just around the corner. I immediately killed the car and my buddy and I ran out and popped the hood to look at the ole "stuck throttle". I heard the cop in the background say "nice try boys". And as you can guess, another excessive tire noise ticket. Man they like to hand those out.
 
OK here's another 1 for the guys, I was cruising with a friend Rocco in Fairfield, Ca. back in 78-79 era in my full roller engine equipped V-8 Vega tubbed & tinned toy, slicks & all {I know it's not a MOPAR}... Me & a bunch of other underage gear heads {I was 19 or so, but looked older} would go to a Round Table Pizza parlor for pitchers of dark draft beer & pizza before hitting the street racing, out on the edge of town by the Travis Air Force base, after getting a little buzzed from the beer & pizza along with some parking lot herbal enhancement, a couple of guys were leaving with tires smoking & being the guy with the "fastest car", I had to out do all my buddies, leaving sideways smoking the tires for a half a block or so, as soon as the smoke starts to clear we see the local sheriffs red & blue flashing lights directly across the street in a auto dealership lot, I pull over even before he gets to me, knowing I'm busted & driving a car with no registration or current tags, just old plate, I just figured the worst thing would happen, he was going to tow & impound my car for sure, the sheriff pulls up behind me & gets on his load speaker on his PA system & says my name & then says "that's a pretty stupid thing to do in front of a guy who writes tickets for a living", all my friends take off & leave me with the sheriff alone, I'm still wondering how this guy knows my name 1st off, he comes up to my window, it's my parents neighbor Guy Hildger from Antioch, Ca., were my parents lived at the time... He says "what the hell are you driving your race car on the street ? first off !" & "were are all your friends going ?", like he didn't know about the street races, ha ha, I told him "Guy you know, I'm going to have a big race tonight & I needed the better car", begging & pleading with him to let me go... After a few minutes of messing with me he says "stay safe & you better beat the **** out of the guy tonight or I will send you a ticket in the mail", so I replied "your letting me go ?", he said "yes, but I needed to help his 15 year old son, get his 65 Mustang running for him letting me go", I agreed so fast you couldn't imagine it {his son also named Guy jr.}, I went to the street races, no cops all night, which was very weird for the location & won my race handley by like 20 cars over a 65 Falcon some guy with tubbed & tinned car with a 390 bb & N20 or so he said, that didn't know how to tune it was running me... All my buddies Rocco, Jeff, John, Jim, Kevin & a couple of guys I don't remember their names now, got tickets in the mail for "exhibition of speed", but not me, ha ha ha, I did help his son finish his Mustang & had a decent relationship with Guy the elder sheriff for many years after that...
 
I remember one night leaving a local cruise spot, along with a buddy. Me in a '68 GTX, he in a 70 road runner. Honestly, we both were driving sensibly, no tire squealing, no exceeding the speed limits, etc, you woulda thought we were both respectable citizens. About a block in front of us, some idiot in a mid 60's Chevy PU did a burn out, left a nice cloud of smoke and a lot of noise, and suddenly a cop came around a corner behind us, off a side street. Of course we had just hit the smokey area, had the hot rods, and got pulled over and got a good talking to. At least he didn't ticket us since he didn't see the infraction occur
 
Scott 74 reminded me of something I thought I had forgotten about. I had a 56 Chebbie... my friend had a 70 Dart 340 car. We would cruise race and run the streets together. We'll call him Mike (because I've searched and cant find any sign of him).
this cat was wild, caused more fights than I could keep him out of. So we're running around caught up with some folks did some racing. Well he had a bit a of a fuse...a very short one and it was always lit. Seems one of the freaks was hanging with the cruiser guys... well its on because the freak guy was hitt'n his girl. Ole Mike jumps him ... and it's on. Well i jump in ... we get things settled down. He decides we should go raise hell to celebrate the win...or wins. Something just felt uncomfortable......odd feeling.
Next day I hear the "pigs" are looking for him. Seems he got stopped and the guy found weed on him....and Mikey decided to take his gun ... and shoot him.
You can call it God and thank him or a special power of your choice. I prefer to be like Jules in Pulp Fiction and say "it was devine intervention". And he went to jail and I carried on walking the earth like Cane in Kung Fu and experiencing ........
 
Well got "Busted" while looking at the "Cars and Babes" thread.......
Anyone else get caught with this one? LOL
 
One time I was banging away on the girlfriend when I heard a knock at the door. I yelled.... "I'll be right there!!!" and my brother outside thought I said "COME ON IN !!!"
He walked in, laughed then turned around and went back outside until we finished up.
 
One time I was banging away on the girlfriend when I heard a knock at the door. I yelled.... "I'll be right there!!!" and my brother outside thought I said "COME ON IN !!!"
He walked in, laughed then turned around and went back outside until we finished up.
LOL Kern....have you started on that meth already??? :p

I am obviously not very discreet, as I have been caught twice in pretty much the same circumstances (except in both cases it was the girlfriend's sister walking and catching me mid-stroke). :lol:
 
18, and fairly new in Texas (Dallas). Had a biker buddy, hung out with, and sometimes we'd swap rides. Him in my 63 SF, me on his 53 HD/w straight pipes, so I could get some wind in my face.
2 am one night, going back to my apartment, topped a small hill, cop coming the other way. Pulled me over for loud pipes...got four tickets in all. Of course, the bike was a kick start, and it took about 15 minutes to get the thing re-started. Kinda pissed, so going down the hill, up the next, a little racking off.
Before I got to the next top...another cop...pulled over, shut it off, kick stand down, and waited for him. As he was walking up, started showing him my collection of tickets.
He said, guess what...your getting four more!
Judge tossed out last four.
 
Nothing to exciting here.

When we were young teenagers cruising main street was the thing you did, I wasn't in that crowd but didn't mind show boating a bit. I'd pull up to the light across from the hangout in my 78 Ford, dually, flat bed, 4:11 posi with a 460 and execute an impressive tail slide up the street on my way home.... laughing because they're rice rockets couldn't even do what a huge truck could. Well one day I pulled that same stunt in my Camaro and wouldn't you know it the cop was neatly tucked back in a parking lot watching it all, he only got me for squealing the tires so I guess I got off easy. Learned my lesson.
 
Nothing to exciting here.

When we were young teenagers cruising main street was the thing you did, I wasn't in that crowd but didn't mind show boating a bit. I'd pull up to the light across from the hangout in my 78 Ford, dually, flat bed, 4:11 posi with a 460 and execute an impressive tail slide up the street on my way home.... laughing because they're rice rockets couldn't even do what a huge truck could. Well one day I pulled that same stunt in my Camaro and wouldn't you know it the cop was neatly tucked back in a parking lot watching it all, he only got me for squealing the tires so I guess I got off easy. Learned my lesson.

did kind of the same thing, coincidentally racing a ford dually with a 460 we just dropped in. He got caught, I got away unkowingly.

Got busted riding dirt bikes on the city road on the way to the girlfirend's place with a buddy. Drove right past an unmarked car. My buddy noticed the driver's tie pin was handcuffs. How in the hell he saw that while driving by on a dirt bike, I'll never understand. He is blind in one eye to boot!
We pulled in the driveway and tried to hide but got busted anyway. Got off with a lecture.
 
340 duster painted midnite metallic blue/looked flourescent green at nite under the streetlights

it was back in the 90s,and i was stationed at fort bragg.
that nite,i was more than a bit pissed off at my gf,so i drove off...
i was speeding on post,and a mp tried to stop me.
this set off a 3 hour chase,
during which i was doing over a 100 thru most of ft bragg central.
tg they had the big intersections on post,
you could see who was there,cause i was running all of them.

finally i got worn out,and decided to go back to the barracks.
i pull up to the Last traffic lite before the barracks,
and here sits a vega with a tunnel ram at the lite.
now,im driving a 340 duster,and looking at this car...
hes prolly got 500 horse,im lucky to have 250
hes gagging it,im grinning
light turns green i Leave him while hes spinning tires..
as i look to my right,i see the cop sitting at the lite..Doh!

haul balls straight on and take a coupla lefts and park in the lot.
figured thats it right?
except no....i can see them out in the lot looking at my car,
which is blue in the daylight but is glowing Green right now under the lights..
next morning i get snatched up,
end up questioned by cid get jag involved the whole ball of wax.
they threatened to stockade me for quite some time.
it was looking pretty grim,and i was denying everything until..

the General of Post called me into his office.
at which point i gave up the whole story and just stood there.
he laughed for awhile,then collected himself,
and sent me back to barracks.
next day,i got transferred to training to be his Personal driver.
 
did kind of the same thing, coincidentally racing a ford dually with a 460 we just dropped in. He got caught, I got away unkowingly.

Got busted riding dirt bikes on the city road on the way to the girlfirend's place with a buddy. Drove right past an unmarked car. My buddy noticed the driver's tie pin was handcuffs. How in the hell he saw that while driving by on a dirt bike, I'll never understand. He is blind in one eye to boot!
We pulled in the driveway and tried to hide but got busted anyway. Got off with a lecture.
I rode wheelies down main street on my race bike (KX250) but there was no way they'd ever catch it hehe. Had a guy think he was going to bust me on a 4 wheeler one time too, he said "I called the Sheriff" naturally I was gone. It just cracked me up that he actually thought he was going to catch a 4 wheeler on a gravel road. It was setup for flat track so all you had to do was kick the rear back and forth and you had a dust cloud nobody could see threw.... he was blind and I was gone. Sheriff did pay me a visit on that one but obviously couldn't prove a thing.
 
This isn't the greatest story, but it was one of the funniest I've had. In the mid 90s when i got my first car, it was a 79 chevette (don't laugh, I didn't have much money). It seemed like everybody else had fox body mustangs. I enjoyed teasing the guys with mustangs. My little car had a couple small upgrades.
One night, one of the Mustang guys pulled next to me and heard me blipping the throttle (had to rev it a little or else it would die at a stop) and he thought I wanted to race. He revved, looked at me, so I revved back. It was on. The light turned green and we took off.

Sure enough, red and blue lights. I pulled over. I go through my usual routine, license and registration waiting. The cop walks up to the window laughing. He said, "you know, I should write you a ticket. But I'm not because I saw the funniest damned thing. You hurt that guys pride in THIS (pointing at my POS). So, I'm gonna let you loose this time."
 
My favorite was one night in 1983 or so, my roommate and I were coming back from my fiancee's apartment. I was in my 76 Starsky & Hutch Torino and Doug was in an orange 69 Charger RT. We were driving down US 17, and there was a drunk ahole in an old Caddy weaving back and forth in front of us. We just wanted to get past him because we were worried he was going to lose control, so we waited for him to get to the center of the three lanes and then he and I floored it on the outer lanes. Problem was we were so close to our turn off that we missed it and kept going down the road until we could turn around.

I saw a pair of headlights come racing up behind me and wanting to pass. I moved over, got on the CB, and told Doug it looked like someone wanted to race him. Then as he passed I saw it was a Jacksonville Sheriff's Office car and another pair of headlights came racing up behind me. I knew we were getting stopped, so I put on my turn signal and waited for red and blues to come on.

The cop took me back to his Nova and told me he and his buddy were just coming out of a Jiffy store with coffee when Doug and I flew past, and he had said "I'll get Starsky, you get the General Lee." :) The cop asked why we didn't keep on going down to I-295 and split up so they wouldn't catch us, and I told him we never saw them because we were focused on the drunk, who ironically didn't get caught. I also told him I wouldn't try to outrun a police car, and he started racing up the Nova's engine and told me a bicycle could outrun these Chevies.

Then he asked me who had won the race, and I told him twice we weren't racing. He finally said "You guys were going about 65 in a 45. If we write you tickets for speeding, it'll be about a $120 fine. A ticket for racing on the highway is $25." I looked at him and said "So, which one of us was in the lead when we passed the Jiffy store?" :)
 
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