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re: Any success stories running from the cops?
Posted on 2/11/25 at 10:32 pm to ithad2bme
Posted on 2/11/25 at 10:32 pm to ithad2bme
Best friend and I were at a high school party. Cops show up and have us all gathered outside. Probably close to 50 kids. I talk with my buddy and mention that we’re 2 of only a handful of kids there that are actually 18. Worrying that we’d get the worst of it, we make a plan to take off running into the woods across the street.
We make a plan and then bolt across the street. We’re running bind into these woods as fast as we can. After running for a minute we stop to see if we hear anyone chasing us. It’s quiet and we’re trying to be quiet. After a minute I look at my buddy and say “ if a cop catches us our here I’m going to tell him that you were trying to suck me off” he started laughing his arse off and we made our way back to the party once we saw the cops were gone.
Funniest part is that he would later become a cop himself
We make a plan and then bolt across the street. We’re running bind into these woods as fast as we can. After running for a minute we stop to see if we hear anyone chasing us. It’s quiet and we’re trying to be quiet. After a minute I look at my buddy and say “ if a cop catches us our here I’m going to tell him that you were trying to suck me off” he started laughing his arse off and we made our way back to the party once we saw the cops were gone.
Funniest part is that he would later become a cop himself
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Posted on 2/11/25 at 11:21 pm to arseinclarse
When I was in my early 20's and living in the Lower 9th Ward I was asleep one night in my old shotgun house with fencing only down the sides of the house dividing my neighbor's property.
It was well after midnight and I hear a motorcycle tearing down the side yard to my back yard and then a knock at my back door. It was one of my cousins who had stolen a 750 Honda and was running from the law. I let him in and we went to the front of the house watching the cops scan the neighborhood to try to find him----------never did.
Another guy I know running from the cops was heading toward St. Bernard where he lived at the time and was running like hell down St. Claude toward Da Parish.
He got to the bridge over the Industrial Canal and lost control of the bike and did a face plant on the steel grate of the drawbridge part of it. He wound up with some nasty injuries which included ripping his bottom lip on both sides of his mouth down to his chin. He got a ton of stitches to sew it back together and earned the nickname "Howdy Doody" because of it.
It was well after midnight and I hear a motorcycle tearing down the side yard to my back yard and then a knock at my back door. It was one of my cousins who had stolen a 750 Honda and was running from the law. I let him in and we went to the front of the house watching the cops scan the neighborhood to try to find him----------never did.
Another guy I know running from the cops was heading toward St. Bernard where he lived at the time and was running like hell down St. Claude toward Da Parish.
He got to the bridge over the Industrial Canal and lost control of the bike and did a face plant on the steel grate of the drawbridge part of it. He wound up with some nasty injuries which included ripping his bottom lip on both sides of his mouth down to his chin. He got a ton of stitches to sew it back together and earned the nickname "Howdy Doody" because of it.
Posted on 2/11/25 at 11:26 pm to gumbo2176
The uptown cops in the mid 90’s didn’t want anything to do with anybody so there was nothing much to run from, basically a free for all every weekend for all us high school kids.
Posted on 2/11/25 at 11:38 pm to gumbo2176
Years ago in BR, the cops considered inspection stickers a great source of revenue. If I was ever past the date, I would try to get lost real quick if I passed a cop going the other way. Years later, when I no longer lived in BR and had a FL license plate and no sticker, I would just ease away, hoping they would chase me because it was fun to disappoint them when they saw the plates.
Somewhere in the last 10 years or so, inspection sticker tickets ceased being recreation for the BRPD.
Somewhere in the last 10 years or so, inspection sticker tickets ceased being recreation for the BRPD.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 12:12 am to arseinclarse
Posted on 2/12/25 at 4:23 am to arseinclarse
I don't know if this qualifies as running, but :
My buddy and a witness left N. Foster apartment complex drunk (and probably high) and turned South, crossing the Interstate. The DUI van and checkpoint was set up in the grocery store parking lot (not sure if Walmart was there back then,) and they motioned for him to pull over.
He waved back and kept driving. Nobody pursued.
My buddy and a witness left N. Foster apartment complex drunk (and probably high) and turned South, crossing the Interstate. The DUI van and checkpoint was set up in the grocery store parking lot (not sure if Walmart was there back then,) and they motioned for him to pull over.
He waved back and kept driving. Nobody pursued.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 5:15 am to arseinclarse
Driving home from an LSU game on Sunday morning from Baton Rouge I was doing about 85 on the basin bridge. Cop was posted up on the shoulder and after I buzzed by him I saw him light them up. It was an unusually heavy traffic morning so I started bobbing fast lane to slow lane not necessarily trying to ditch him but hoping it would work. Eventually I picked up enough distance and took the Butte La Rose exit to be safe. Waited it out about 5 minutes on the side of the levee then continued on home
Posted on 2/12/25 at 5:20 am to arseinclarse
I have many times.
The most memorable would be when the COPs raided the Kingfish .
Escaped thrugh the back through that swamp area. Wiggin on XTC and Acid.
It’s was wild. Narcotics all over the floor. Cop buses full of people outside.
The most memorable would be when the COPs raided the Kingfish .
Escaped thrugh the back through that swamp area. Wiggin on XTC and Acid.
It’s was wild. Narcotics all over the floor. Cop buses full of people outside.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 6:19 am to arseinclarse
Neither are true “running/outrunning” stories but I’ll bite:
1. Millenial Summer Jobs: Recession Era
Summer after having graduated from LSU I was still hanging around BR like a troublemaking millennial with no job prospects. Anyway me and my roommate and some other buddies had taken a weekend trip to Texas Hill Country, before heading back we took advantage of the much cheaper prices (compared to BR) of local produce and stocked up. Fast forward driving back home, eastbound down I-10 into the sunset with a half-pound of the devil’s lettuce in the trunk. Hubris led us to stupidly scoop a few grams of road-stash out before vacuum sealing up the rest and tossing it in the trunk. Anyway, we took turns on driving duties, and were sparking up bowlskis throughout the long drive to pass the time, suffice to say - the whip stank of dank, the non-existent subwoofers were not the loudest thing in the vehicle… In any case, somewhere in East Texas my driving shift came up and my companions all decided to have a ganj induced snooze in the back.
Not long after crossing back into La., in some shite-kicker Parish, probably Jeff Davis, I’m cruising down the left hand lane and see a state trooper squad car come into vision in my rear view. No sooner had I processed the law’s presence before he had flipped on the blue lights - I yell to the other slumbering passengers “guys we’re getting pulled over, prepare your assholes!” and proceed to pull over on the left shoulder of the road - the trooper, sirens still blazing, whizzes right past me, as my pulse throbbed at concerning BPM, and I panted through strained breath, white knuckle gripping the steering wheel at 10&2 with a very confused mix of disbelief and immense gratitude, my road trip companions only came to after the cop had whizzed out of sight and scolded me for being a dumbass with a non-kosher pullover technique (but ask about my pullout technique bah-dum-dum) before dozing off back to sleep. Yep, this is one of many cases some guardian angel has been watching over me…
2. Do I ever learn my lesson?!
Many many moons ago - and definitely not in 2025 - I brought some high quality Amsterdam bubble hash with me on a ski trip in the Austrian Alps. Flight was from Amsterdam to Innsbruck. Not a smart move overall by any stretch but I have a decent system which I stuff 2-3 max empty gel-caps with 2-3g of hash and then put it in something like a mints or m&ms mini tube and have that at the ready to down with a bottle of water (only in the event I see a dog upon deplaning, no other scenario really concerns me). I digress entering the tiny Innsbruck airport I see the cops have staged a checkpoint of sorts. I quickly scan the scene and see no dogs and surmise it’s a documentary check for overstayers and illegal transistors in the EU/Schengen.
I casually try to walk to the other unobstructed lane to just go through but the police flag me and call me over, luckily against the wall the have a empty unused table propped up, so I set my bag down on top of it and open the front compartment and simultaneously retrieve my passport and drop my “mints case” into the same compartment, quickly zipping it back up.
They seem a bit confused by my American passport as pretty much all other passengers were Dutch (or other EU) nationals. So then I compose myself and also hand them my Dutch residence permit telling, them in broken German that I reside legally in the EU, they glance over the documents again and then at my face with mild scrutiny before waving me on - phew!
When I got to Innsbruck the hotel front desk informed me they had low occupancy so they had given me a free upgrade to a mountain-view deluxe suite, and handed me the key to my room, room #420, true story!
(Edit: in comparison with my first story I was much more confident, calm and collected and this was more of a question of projecting that outwardly versus the sheer dumb luck of my first story)
Second edit: the contents of this post are wholly fictitious and for entertainment purposes, frick you Elon Musk
1. Millenial Summer Jobs: Recession Era
Summer after having graduated from LSU I was still hanging around BR like a troublemaking millennial with no job prospects. Anyway me and my roommate and some other buddies had taken a weekend trip to Texas Hill Country, before heading back we took advantage of the much cheaper prices (compared to BR) of local produce and stocked up. Fast forward driving back home, eastbound down I-10 into the sunset with a half-pound of the devil’s lettuce in the trunk. Hubris led us to stupidly scoop a few grams of road-stash out before vacuum sealing up the rest and tossing it in the trunk. Anyway, we took turns on driving duties, and were sparking up bowlskis throughout the long drive to pass the time, suffice to say - the whip stank of dank, the non-existent subwoofers were not the loudest thing in the vehicle… In any case, somewhere in East Texas my driving shift came up and my companions all decided to have a ganj induced snooze in the back.
Not long after crossing back into La., in some shite-kicker Parish, probably Jeff Davis, I’m cruising down the left hand lane and see a state trooper squad car come into vision in my rear view. No sooner had I processed the law’s presence before he had flipped on the blue lights - I yell to the other slumbering passengers “guys we’re getting pulled over, prepare your assholes!” and proceed to pull over on the left shoulder of the road - the trooper, sirens still blazing, whizzes right past me, as my pulse throbbed at concerning BPM, and I panted through strained breath, white knuckle gripping the steering wheel at 10&2 with a very confused mix of disbelief and immense gratitude, my road trip companions only came to after the cop had whizzed out of sight and scolded me for being a dumbass with a non-kosher pullover technique (but ask about my pullout technique bah-dum-dum) before dozing off back to sleep. Yep, this is one of many cases some guardian angel has been watching over me…
2. Do I ever learn my lesson?!
Many many moons ago - and definitely not in 2025 - I brought some high quality Amsterdam bubble hash with me on a ski trip in the Austrian Alps. Flight was from Amsterdam to Innsbruck. Not a smart move overall by any stretch but I have a decent system which I stuff 2-3 max empty gel-caps with 2-3g of hash and then put it in something like a mints or m&ms mini tube and have that at the ready to down with a bottle of water (only in the event I see a dog upon deplaning, no other scenario really concerns me). I digress entering the tiny Innsbruck airport I see the cops have staged a checkpoint of sorts. I quickly scan the scene and see no dogs and surmise it’s a documentary check for overstayers and illegal transistors in the EU/Schengen.
I casually try to walk to the other unobstructed lane to just go through but the police flag me and call me over, luckily against the wall the have a empty unused table propped up, so I set my bag down on top of it and open the front compartment and simultaneously retrieve my passport and drop my “mints case” into the same compartment, quickly zipping it back up.
They seem a bit confused by my American passport as pretty much all other passengers were Dutch (or other EU) nationals. So then I compose myself and also hand them my Dutch residence permit telling, them in broken German that I reside legally in the EU, they glance over the documents again and then at my face with mild scrutiny before waving me on - phew!
When I got to Innsbruck the hotel front desk informed me they had low occupancy so they had given me a free upgrade to a mountain-view deluxe suite, and handed me the key to my room, room #420, true story!
(Edit: in comparison with my first story I was much more confident, calm and collected and this was more of a question of projecting that outwardly versus the sheer dumb luck of my first story)
Second edit: the contents of this post are wholly fictitious and for entertainment purposes, frick you Elon Musk
This post was edited on 2/12/25 at 10:10 am
Posted on 2/12/25 at 6:27 am to arseinclarse
I've successfully fled on foot several times. If you're agile enough, and you're near a neigborhood, just get to a place where there are a lot of fences and start jumping yard to yard. After about fence number 5 just hunker down in a backyard and hide in a bush. It's worked every time.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 6:42 am to arseinclarse
I was driving home from college and this country road’s speed limit was always 55 so I was going 60. I look up and see a brand new 35 mph sign and a cop sitting right by it. Crap. I knew I was toast. But there was a row of 15-20 cars coming from the other direction so he could not pull out immediately and get me. So I sped up. I saw a gas station and parked on the far left of it so passing cars couldn’t see me. As I walk to the gas station the cop drives by with his lights flashing. He stops at the intersection and is deciding left or right. Left was the way home for me. And of course the cop turns left and speeds away. I get back in my car and go back in the direction I just came from. I drove one hour out of the way that day to get home but I did not get a ticket.
This post was edited on 2/12/25 at 6:43 am
Posted on 2/12/25 at 7:04 am to Gifman
quote:
I've successfully fled on foot several times.
Give us more than just malingering high school kid stories to substantiate, I hope.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 7:44 am to arseinclarse
You haven’t lived until you cut through a cane field to dodge a ticket in south Louisiana.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 7:45 am to arseinclarse
I did and got away, this was in the late 90's. Driving down West Park in Houma towards the mall, passed in front of Subway where they always had a cop shooting pictures. I was speeding, as soon as I got in front of him he turned on his lights but there were other cars behind me so he had to wait to pull out. I turned into Lisa Park, took a few streets, right, lefts and parked under someone's driveway and ducked down. Stayed there about 20 minutes till I thought the coast was clear. Took off and made it safely home.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 8:08 am to CHEDBALLZ
Plenty of parties where we would run and hide in the woods. We were hanging by a fire at a buddies and saw blue and red flashies. Everyone bolted through the woods to a barn on another property. We stayed there damn near all night figuring it was better to get in trouble for being late than having the cops bring us in.
I have a friend who used to get into car chases through the neighborhood. His go to trick was to get ahead enough and turn onto a random street, pull up into a driveway, and turn his car off like it was parked at the house. Bold move, but it worked.
I have a friend who used to get into car chases through the neighborhood. His go to trick was to get ahead enough and turn onto a random street, pull up into a driveway, and turn his car off like it was parked at the house. Bold move, but it worked.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 8:34 am to arseinclarse
i went to many keg parties in high school that the cops busted and never got caught.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 8:42 am to arseinclarse
Years ago, I was heading south on I-55 in Mississippi doing about 85 or so. I was busted by a State Trooper heading north, saw him flip-flop, and as I went over the next hill, I exited. Needed gas anyway. As I made my way down the road, I saw him flying southbound on I-55 in pursuit with his lights on, never to be seen again.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 8:43 am to arseinclarse
My hometown was tiny and had a state patrol post. It was a guarantee the troopers knew what you drove and who your momma was. That's all it took back then.
Posted on 2/12/25 at 8:44 am to arseinclarse
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Any success stories running from the cops?
Posted on 2/12/25 at 9:07 am to arseinclarse
Just after high school (late 1980s), one of our high school buddies bought a Ninja Zr-1100. Then the dang fool put a small nitrous bottle on it along with a 1,000,000 candle power spotlight. Well, we were all sitting around the local hang out one Saturday night. Had another buddy on the volunteer fire department and over his scanner we heard,
"I've got a motorcycle with a super-beam on it, I'm taking chase...." [click]
and about 2.5 seconds later,
"I've lost him" [click]
About a min later he pulled in, parked his bike between two pickup's and said, "You'll never guess what just happened to me.." We all told him the story and just laughed.
"I've got a motorcycle with a super-beam on it, I'm taking chase...." [click]
and about 2.5 seconds later,
"I've lost him" [click]
About a min later he pulled in, parked his bike between two pickup's and said, "You'll never guess what just happened to me.." We all told him the story and just laughed.
This post was edited on 2/12/25 at 9:08 am
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