re: Any success stories running from the cops?

Sir, SIR. MY WRISTS ARE UP HERE!!

79 Trans-Am, 403 Olds, but had tall gears
Slick rear tires were almost my undoing.

During my time at LSU during Nola Mardi Gras, I finished up a night at F&Ms. Left my card there, phone dead, no cash. So I started walking toward Garden District. Got too tired and drunk along the way, and hopped the fence of some random house's backyard probably around Magazine and Napoleon. I passed out behind the bushes in this person's backyard. Woke up at 10 AM after 8 hours sleep. Got up in this random backyard, dusted myself off, and hopped the fence to walk back to Garden District. No one ever knew I was there.

Another time at LSU, headed back to Cottages after a night out at Tigerland/Bogies with a case of beer in my passenger seat, turn right from Burbank onto Ben Hurr, and see a DUI checkpoint set up on Ben Hur. I immediately throw the case underneath my back row passenger, and try to sober up as quick as possible. I roll up instead of turning around bc I thought that would be too suspicious. Officer shines his light in my car and sees I'm eating Taco Bell, and says "Late night study break?" And I say "Yeah haha, gotta test tomorrow." Sweated that one.

Another time after a gameday, I am obliterated drunk. I get in a fight with some random person. I don't remember any of it at all. My shirt was ripped apart. LSU Police see me and take me to a holding cell on campus. They don't book me, but just let me sober up on a bench. After a couple hours the LSU Cop personally drove me back to my apartment which was really nice.

I have way way too many stories like this in my early 20s, like 50 to 75 of these, haven't had one in a decade+ since it got really old.

Not me but….

A friend of mine got some light turned on him from other side of the interstate and before the pig could turn in the intersection he managed to get off the next exit and head down a rural county road. He did not get caught. Or so I’m told….

He was a lucky man as he was in fact drunk as cooter brown. Or so I’m told.

Only out on hayne blvd in my old street racing days. Levee cops didn’t really have the chest to put up a pursuit.

I rode a motorcycle every single day, whether it was sunny or freezing arse cold rain from Gonzales to Baton Rouge and back for all 4 years I went to LSU.

Ran successfully many times during that young and dumb period of my life. Never got caught. Would never do that today.

Once when I was 14. I used to stay at my older cousins house in south Crowley during the summer. We were out at like 2am on a Thursday hanging out in a parking lot. Cops came by and told us to leave. We all hop into my cousins car and some jackass jumps on top of his car saying he needs a ride.

So, the cops tell us all to get out and wants to see our IDs. I was trying to hide in the back but he asked for mine and I told him I didn't have one. He asked how old I was and I told him 17(I was already 5'11 at 14 so it might have worked). He asked when my birthday was and I couldn't think of the correct year. He said, "You see that cop car over there? Go sit in it".

As I walk over there, I realize my teenage years are done. My dad is going to kill me and I won't ever be allowed outside the house again. I walk to the back door of the car and look over at the group and the cops aren't even looking at me. I opened the door, closed it and booked it in an alley. I heard "HEY!" As I'm a few blocks away and then hear sirens.

I cut through so many yards and jumped fences with dogs barking all around. I'm surprised no one came out and shot. My cousin lived about 3 miles away and I made it back with scratches and full of dirt on my clothes. The cops actually pulled my cousin over again on their way back home to ask who I was but they said they didn't know who I was. I vowed never to be out past curfew again

Until that Saturday, we were out until 4am. I obviously didn't learn my lesson.

Many times. Most critical was when I was like fourteen, breaking into a gas station to steal smokes. That was my closest call with life altering interaction with the police. I never stole again. He was in a car, I was on foot. Lasted an hour. I hid in a pine tree.

Too many times to count involving booze. Fleeing parties, going home from bars being idiots, and drinking in public.

I saw it happen last week. We live out in the country with lots of trees and woods. A guy in a F150 turned onto our street and drove into the brush on the side of the road that is about 10 feet high on an empty lot. A few seconds later a sheriff goes flying by on the main road, and then the truck backed out and drove back the opposite direction of the cop.

Dude got lucky, he just missed a couple of bigger trees and only hit yaupon, but I’m sure it scratched his truck up pretty bad still.