I think I was 14. I was out of town sleeping at a friends house and working at their ice cream shop for a few days. One girl caught my eye but my friend said she lived out in the country. Later that day my friend said she was sleeping at her friends house in town. That night we snuck out and went walking by her friends house. It was late but through the bedroom window we could see they were still up. We were hoping they were gonna sneak out too so we just hung out in the ditch by the road. Next thing I know her dad is yelling at us and chasing us. We split up and the dad is driving around chasing me. I hid behind some bushes, police driving all over looking for us. Took me 2 hours to make it 5 blocks to the house. The next day, thinking I got away with it, the girls came to buy ice cream. The girl from in town mentioned that her dad was a coach for the HS track team. She paused and said, “Dad said he’d love to have you on the team”.

Did you ever have to beat feet to get away from the cops?

Yes, drinking beer in the woods before we were 21. Our local township cops used to love to chase us & arrest us if we were caught. I was only chased once, not caught. Several friends were chased multiple times, and arrested a few times. All on foot, never in a vehicle. Early 1990's.

No chance to run.

On a steamy car window
there came a rapping
a gentle rapping
of a Park Police officer’s
flashlight, thankfully off.

“Come out, come out”
called the officer
“Both of you, clothing on.”

You have no idea…

He was cool, though, telling us the parking lot of Mt. Vernon closed at dark.

So we went over to a nearby golf course…

I know that course well...lol grew up in the late 80's 2 miles north of mt vernon just off the parkway.

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Originally posted by Sig2340:
No chance to run.

On a steamy car window
there came a rapping
a gentle rapping
of a Park Police officer’s
flashlight, thankfully off.

“Come out, come out”
called the officer
“Both of you, clothing on.”

You have no idea…

He was cool, though, telling us the parking lot of Mt. Vernon closed at dark.

So we went over to a nearby golf course…

Maybe 20 or less, a friend and I had a couple bucks in our wallets and treated ourselves to burgers at a sit-down greasy spoon in town. An older friend showed up and sat with us. When we finished, he just got up and left. We looked at each other knowing we didn't have enough money to cover his meal too so we cut out as well.

As we walked to the shack in an alley he lived in with his gf and their accidental kid. We saw a prowler and knew he was looking for us. We hid in some bushes, he cruised around with his spotlight but didn't find us, we made it home. Life in the fast lane.

I never did have to run from the cops. Which is good, because I am large of frame and not particularly fleet of foot.

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Originally posted by southernmaninla:
I know that course well...lol grew up in the late 80's 2 miles north of mt vernon just off the parkway.

quote:

Originally posted by Sig2340:
No chance to run.

On a steamy car window
there came a rapping
a gentle rapping
of a Park Police officer’s
flashlight, thankfully off.

“Come out, come out”
called the officer
“Both of you, clothing on.”

You have no idea…

He was cool, though, telling us the parking lot of Mt. Vernon closed at dark.

So we went over to a nearby golf course…

Three words: East Potomac Park (the green strip between the golf course and the Washington Channel).

Never ran from them, but I do have one story.

Back in the day when I was a volunteer firefighter we played many a games of Rook at the firehouse. The local town cop would come sit in and play frequently.

I was known for dealing the cards in a way that was favorable to my partner and myself. One night I dealt us a “shoot the moon” hand with the officer and another opponent.

About the time we started bidding on our goal (in Rook you look at your cards and pick a high score that you think you can make, if you default you lose points), and I heard the very loud snap of his 9mm Beretta’s holster coming open…

“Who the hell dealt this hand?” he says…

We promptly re-shuffled and I was banned thereafter from dealing when he was playing

In my childhood neighborhood the street had a dip in it that was steep enough that when drivers went through it, the car headlights would be shining up in the air and not on the street. My buddy and I would use heavy monofilament line tied across the street at bumper height to two galvanized buckets. Passing cars would snag the line and drag the buckets, making one hell of a noise and scaring the drivers. Great fun! Until we snagged the patrol car. The resulting manhunt and foot chase lasted twenty minutes and involved multiple cops and chases. I escaped! Good thing the cops did not have a dog!
My buddies and I would also hop a boxcar for a free train ride. The railroad guys would chase your ass and if they caught you, you got a thumping!

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Originally posted by chongosuerte:
Never ran from them, but I do have one story.

Back in the day when I was a volunteer firefighter we played many a games of Rook at the firehouse. The local town cop would come sit in and play frequently.

I was known for dealing the cards in a way that was favorable to my partner and myself. One night I dealt us a “shoot the moon” hand with the officer and another opponent.

About the time we started bidding on our goal (in Rook you look at your cards and pick a high score that you think you can make, if you default you lose points), and I heard the very loud snap of his 9mm Beretta’s holster coming open…

“Who the hell dealt this hand?” he says…

We promptly re-shuffled and I was banned thereafter from dealing when he was playing

W.C. Fields once said: It’s morally wrong to allow a sucker to keep his money” — W.C. Fields

"William Claude Dukenfield (January 29, 1880[1] – December 25, 1946), better known as W. C. Fields, was an American actor, comedian, juggler, and writer.[2] Fields's comic persona was a comedically crude and hard-drinking egotist who remained a sympathetic character despite his supposed contempt for children and dogs."
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Not really much of a story, but in 1974 I bought a Fiat 124 Special TC to race in SCCA Showroom Stock Sedan, took it to a fabricator to have a rollbar installed. I lived in a near-west Chicago suburb, the fabricator was about 30 miles away in a northwest suburb, straight up the Illinois Tollway. Three of us traveling together, rush hour traffic, weaving in-and-out at a pretty high rate of speed in three vehicles. A State Police car (think Blues Brothers era) spotted us and started chasing, but we outran him for probably 20 miles before he gave up.

That Fiat was the best-handling car I ever owned, and my favorite, despite later owning a couple Mercedes Benzes. It only had 78 horsepower, but since they were Italian horses, good enough to outrun Illinois' best.

(He broke my watch!)

Never ran in a car or on pavement for that matter.

When I was 11-12, I used to ride a little '75 XR-75 at some unincorporated land down the street where there was already a labyrinth of trails, washes and terrain. There were houses that were far enough away that we were not a problem.

When I was 14 I had a '77 Suzuki RM100 that I started racing on Sundays. I still rode the trails down the street, but not nearly as much.

Likely the 2 stroke noise generated a call to the cops.

I was riding and noticed something in my periphery. It was a city cop, in their standard blue/white mid seventies Nova, just bouncing to hell and back across a big wash from me. He was maybe 150 yard away and obviously having a really hard time off road.

I never turned my helmet and just continued away, eventually getting through a major tree line that got you invisible in a hurry. I think it also got me into the next towns jurisdiction but I'm not sure.

Developers eventually got hold of about a third of that land by 1979, and had had streets cut into some of the woods. Just graded, they were still fairy rough for a car. Now I find myself aboard a '79 RM125N. I was using one of those roads to transit to another wooded area and while turning saw another blue & white. This one was maybe 50 yards behind, no rollers or siren but clearly in pursuit. I took a turn into a cutout for what was going to be a street someday. It looked like another street on approach but within 25 feet it was a 3 ft high dirt berm with completely impenetrable woods behind it. Except for one super narrow trail/jump right near the middle. I just kept riding for most of the next 90 minutes with some breaks in a small clearing in the middle of nothing.

That is the extent of my running.

Yep I was 6. Unsupervised child and was more or less on my own at 5. Single parent household and she was a drunk and worked at night so I rarely saw her. If we had food it was TV dinners, hot dogs, tater tots, etc. Food a 5 or 6 year old kid could make. That’s if we had food.

Being on my own I fell into hanging out with some kids older than me. I was rolling with them one day and we were on the train tracks behind a bunch of older businesses. One of them decided we should investigate an open way into the back of a particular business. We sneak in there, it was on the weekend so they weren’t open. One of the kids knocks over a big box of styrofoam peanuts. Next thing we heard was shots fired. It was a revolver. We flee, more shots. I had a 38 or 357 round go by my ear/head so close I could feel the sonic trail off it. I was 6, in tears, and we are sprinting down the train tracks, and finally got to this dirt road. We had escaped, or so we thought. We are all out of breath when we spot LE, single car. And he’s sending it. 4 wheel drifting that cruiser on the dirt road beaming straight towards us. As he gets closer, thankfully, he sees it’s a pack of kids. 2-3 had split off and it was just me and this older African-American kid, who was probably 10-12. We decided to freeze, and not run from him. The other 2-3 had bailed out. I’ve got tears on my face, huffing and puffing from the Usain Bolt sprint we just did. LEO questions us, we bs our way through it. I think he kind of knew it was us but after he spoke to us he damn well knew we were f’ing around, bored, investigating, whatever. There wasn’t intent to rip something off etc. We were just too young. He asked us about hearing shots and I said yeah some guy was shooting a gun at us. He was very kind man. He looked at the other kid and said “is he alright” referring to me. He said something like yeah he’ll be OK, I’ll take care of him. LEO then says, kindly, to just go home. Wasn’t cross with us or whatever and mentioned something about going and lecturing the mall cop. Yeah, I came with inches of round to the head. I never knew what we were doing or why, just following older kids, wanting to be in a crew of friends. I’ll never forget that day as long as I live. One of two times I came that close to going before my time. I never hung around any of them after that. I’ll never forget seeing that cruiser WFO, bouncing up and down like we just robbed a bank.

I have other stories and being at a friend’s house in elementary school. Water balloons and hitting cars with them. Using light bulbs, various stuff to shock the shit out of drivers passing by. Cops busted us but I knew better than to run. I didn’t want to go through shots fired ever again. We just took the L and got chastised.

There's a reservoir near me that we'd hang out at in HS and drink beers with some kind of overflow spillway tower thingy. We sit on there and drink and jump into the water. A little after dark the cops come to break it up and we scattered into the woods. We are hiding in the woods while they search for us. They were close, you could hear them talking, but not make out what they were saying.
They never caught anyone, but hours later we are still there just wondering if they are sitting by our cars waiting for us. Eventually at midnight or 1am we decided to risk it and go back to our cars. No cops, whew.

After that, you went for seconds?

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Originally posted by Sig2340:
No chance to run.

On a steamy car window
there came a rapping
a gentle rapping
of a Park Police officer’s
flashlight, thankfully off.

“Come out, come out”
called the officer
“Both of you, clothing on.”

You have no idea…

He was cool, though, telling us the parking lot of Mt. Vernon closed at dark.

So we went over to a nearby golf course…

Yep...every Sat night in my early teens. Boons Farm in the park. Townies would hit the siren a couple times when they were leaving the station about 2 miles away. They didn't really want to catch us, they just wanted to clear out the park but if you got caught there, they would load you up and make your parents come and get you. Much rather run than have Dad get a call to pick me up. Always welcomed new kids that didn't know the routine.

Ran many a times.
Thankfully I got caught for the dumb stuff and none of the... Eerr, "slightly" more egregious stuff I did in my youth.

The Cops in my District knew I was an asshole, they just couldn't prove it. Disappeared from the neighborhood for about 6 years (Marine Corps), came back and got on the Police Department. Boy-o-boy did that shock a few people!

Not "run" as in physically running, but, I've twice dodged the cops in a car. Once unintentionally and once intentionally.

In the unintentional instance I'd merged onto a divided highway from the left (odd "intersection") about a half mile from the side street upon which we lived. Traffic was kind of heavy and I quickly Mario'd myself through it, made the right turn onto our street, parked, and went inside.

My brother shows up minutes later, looks at me and says "Did you know a cop was chasing you?" "No. Why?" "You cut kind of close in front of an ambulance." "Really? Were the ambulance's lights on?" "No." "Then why was he chasing me?" Got a shrug in response.

Never did make sense of that one.

Second time was in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. A best friend and I had driven up, hauling our bikes, to visit my mother and brother who were vacationing up there and do some trail riding. One night we went into the little podunk town about five miles away. Brought along a couple of the kids that lived up there. On the way out of town my buddy got on it a bit. Next thing we hear on the CB radio, from my mother, a cop was after us. Discussed it for a heartbeat and decided, since we couldn't see him behind us, we could lose him. At the first good gravel side road I and those kids knew was flat, straight, and long we doused the lights and slowed way down so as not to raise dust where we turned, then sped up as soon as we got to the tree line. Cop guessed wrongly and chose the next road, which paralleled the one we'd taken. We'd occasionally spot his lights through the trees.

We slowed down until we could see he was pulling ahead of us, turned around, headed back, scooted out to the highway (still no lights), got to the road to our cabins about a mile or so away, parked out of sight. Never actually saw the cop.

Depends. What's the statute of limitation on something like that?

I think we were about 12 or so when on/around holloween, we hid on the side of the road and directed a bottle rocket to fly across when the next car came along. We timed it pretty good as it screamed across right in front of the windshield,,, of a Sheriff patrol car.

Not the end of the world but at that age, we took of running to a nearby baseball field and hid in a dugout. We leaned our lesson, split up and headed for home. For some reason I felt the cops could show up anytime knowing it was me.