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[tyr]

There was a freaking cop car chase that ended right outside of my house. i heard sirens and screeching tires so i ran outside just in time to see the the guy running from his car get tackled by the cops. Best part was is that after he was cuffed he tried to run again and was thrown to the ground, and the cop told him he needed to CHILL OUT.

http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j224/tyrvali/0719082039-00.jpg

Sorry the pic is such a low quality its from my cell phone. Any one else have a cop chase story?

[dispatch]

there was a chase a few years ago in the morning that one of the radio shows was keeping track of, it ended with the suspect going off the road on a thoroughfare in the historic district of town. This area has fairly low curbs and the storefronts all have large glass panes on them so it could have ended badly, however he left the roadway right in front of a bookstore, owned by my friend's mom, that had a large decorative stone block in front of it (think bench without legs), crafted by his dad. Mr GTA ran right into it, thus ending the chase.
Now that I think about it, the sidewalks down there (south 13th by the Bohemian Cafe for my Omaha peeps) are about 15 feet wide, so he might have been thinking he could drive on them and make a getaway.

[NimrodJess]

Not really a CHASE, just an odd coincidence.

One time, a drunk 15-year-old drove through my front lawn, killing my dog that was outside. We called the cops and they caught him a few houses down. He had fallen asleep at the wheel and hit a tree.


Flash forward 4 years. I was out with some friends socializing and I run into this hot guy. We get to talking... and he tells me this story about why he doesn't have a license. He apparently got drunk when he was 15, jumped the curb, drove through a yard, killed a dog, fell asleep, and hit a tree.


Needless to say, he totally didn't get my phone number.

[smileyeagle1021]

Not really a CHASE, just an odd coincidence.

One time, a drunk 15-year-old drove through my front lawn, killing my dog that was outside. We called the cops and they caught him a few houses down. He had fallen asleep at the wheel and hit a tree.


Flash forward 4 years. I was out with some friends socializing and I run into this hot guy. We get to talking... and he tells me this story about why he doesn't have a license. He apparently got drunk when he was 15, jumped the curb, drove through a yard, killed a dog, fell asleep, and hit a tree.


Needless to say, he totally didn't get my phone number.

Oh I got similar when I worked in the call center... it was actually quite frequent that I'd get callers that I knew in high school who would do the "hey, I didn't know you moved to (city company had me claiming to be in), I thought you were in Salt Lake, we really need to keep in touch more often" :lol:

oh yeah, I also ran into the school bully who pantsed me in kindergarten in wal-mart once about 2 years ago... it was strange because he had now become one of the nicest people out there... he did seem kinda odd though, he asked if it would make me feel better if I pantsed him as revenge :confused:

[NimrodJess]

he did seem kinda odd though, he asked if it would make me feel better if I pantsed him as revenge :confused:


He just wanted you taking his pants off.

[JLRodgers]

The closest cop "chase" story happened when I was in Long Beach once.... but it involved the cop being on a call, lights flashing -- and hitting a car that wasn't paying attention.

That took a good hour and a half out of my day as I was a witness to an accident involving a police officer.

[Eric the Grey]

Not much of a chase, and I didn't actually see much of it, since it happened while I was in college. I was in a business college that used to be here in Denver and right out on the street in front of the school a truck crossed the line into oncoming traffic and hit an old retired mail truck, throwing the driver out and into his path. The driver of the mail truck died on the scene (hopefully he didn't suffer), and the other truck sped away up and over the hill towards the 6th avenue freeway (This happened just north of 1st avenue and Sheridan if anyone knows the area).

Trouble is, the truck that sped away only made it over the crest of the hill (where it was pretty flat for a way, so he didn't even get to roll away) and died. I don't know what the drive of that truck did, but the cops at least had his pickup.

Traffic was tied up for several hours and we all kept looking out the windows to see what was happening.

Needless to say, he totally didn't get my phone number.

Gee, I wonder why... :rolleyes:

oh yeah, I also ran into the school bully who pantsed me in kindergarten in wal-mart once about 2 years ago... it was strange because he had now become one of the nicest people out there... he did seem kinda odd though, he asked if it would make me feel better if I pantsed him as revenge :confused:

I've only once met someone from high-school who used to bully me. He too was pretty nice at the time. I guess some people do actually grow up.



:cool: Eric the Grey

[smileyeagle1021]

He just wanted you taking his pants off.

apparently... i'd say that's really weird, but hey, to each their own (and I can't criticize him too much... I was tempted to take the offer)...


I've only once met someone from high-school who used to bully me. He too was pretty nice at the time. I guess some people do actually grow up.
:cool: Eric the Grey

yeah, I know quite a few people who during high school who I would never have associated with who have sense grown up and are good friends.

[crazylegs]

Any one else have a cop chase story?

Not that I can post on the Intarwebz without people (who know me) being able to guess who I am! :)

[Ree]

Here's one. I wasn't involved, but my nephew, who is a police officer, was in the unmarked car that was following the dude.

http://www.citynews.ca/news/news_21119.aspx

[protege]

I haven't seen many chases, other than on TV. But, the local cops can be pretty ruthless when going after speeders.

One sticks out though--I'm heading down to my grandmother's late one night. Pitch black night, nobody on the roads, etc. As I'm coming down the last long straightaway before her county line, I see these two bluish headlights suddenly appear behind me. In short, an expensive car is coming up behind me. I've got my cruise control set somewhere between 72-75mph, and he's getting closer :eek:

I'm in the right lane, and for some reason this twit decides to flip his lights at me :wtf: Then he passed me, and that's when I saw it. Some rich idiot in a Porsche 911. He cut me off, and then I noticed what was *behind* him. Get this, there was a state trooper right on his tail :eek:

Turns out the trooper had been following him for quite a bit--as soon as the Porsche went to pass me, so did the trooper. Cop put his lights on, and pulled the Porsche over. I'm sure the guy was seriously upset about the ticket he got--over twice the 65mph speed limit, speeding in a construction zone...means his fine could have easily been several hundred or even a thousand dollars :eek:

[ditchdj]

Some people never learn.

On time, going north on US 41 in Indiana I passed a car pulled over with Illinois plates by a trooper. I usually go about 70 even though the limit's 60. About an hour or so later I'm going 70-75 and the same idiot with Illinois plates is riding my bumper and flies past me when I get over as if I was standing still. :rolleyes:

Oh well, at least she's NOT on MY car insurance policy.

[edible_hat]

The closest one I witnessed was when a P-plater turning right hit a cyclist.

There happened to be a police car waiting for the red light at the time so their response was pretty darn quick.

The driver started freaking out because he didn't have his P-plates up and he'd taken his dad's car without permission.

The cyclist wanted to get back on his bike and on his way to the hospital where his wife was in labor. Instead the cops drove him to hospital to have a quick check-up (I don't know if it was the same hospital where his wife was). He had road rash all down one leg and his butt.


What are P-plates I hear you ask? They're special cards that must be displayed on vehicles being driven by people with probationary licenses (rules are slightly stricter than for full license.
http://www.transport.sa.gov.au/licences_certification/drivers/prescribed_l_and_p_plates.asp

[blas]

This is second hand and may not make a lot of sense. It was relayed by my neighor Mitch.

If anyone is familiar with my annoying neighbor, Sheriff, you may understand better.

A few years before I lived here, Sheriff and his wife got into a fight. Now, they are both mentally handicapped. She is pretty much mute all the time, he's a chatterbox. Odd couple, right? Anyway, at the time, Sheriff had a station wagon very similar to the Chevy Chase Family Vacation one, except it was in even worse condition.

My neighbor said one night, Sheriff and his wife got into a huge fight. They both were outside having a screaming contest. Sheriff's wife said more in that night than anyone has ever heard her say the entire time they've known her. She kept screaming that she'd leave him, blah blah blah....Sheriff stomped around the parking lot in his cowboy boots screaming back at her that he didn't need her, blah blah blah....

All of the old people downstairs were watching in pure entertainment of the situation (wouldn't you?). SOMEONE had called the police.

Sheriff gets into the station wagon and attempts to squeel the tires at the exit of the parking lot, he ends up fishtailing out of the parking lot just as an officer makes a turn to the street the apartments are on. The cop immediately pulls him over and not only gives him an exhibiton of power and a noise violation fine, but a whole buttload of fines for every single little thing wrong with his vehicle.

All the neighbors were laughing, and his wife had ran back inside.

And yet for some odd reason, the police still come every time his dumb ass calls the cops for the dumbest reasons.

[Gawdzillers]

Eh.
Two morons in matching Mustangs (I love alliteration) were dragging on the highway I was on once. Nothing happened.

[Gerrinson]

My best friend and I were on way to an all night truck stop after getting out of the late show of a movie.

We were in his parents' BMW, and he was going about twice the speed limit when we blew past a cop. At first, we don't see any lights and think we got lucky.

A mile or so up the road we see the blues flashing behind us. I tell him to pull over, my friend says, "We're in it till the end." and speeds up. :eek:

Long story short, 7 moving violations in approx. 3 minutes. Top speed reached on winding back roads: 130 mph. Speed on the speedometer when the car came to a dead stop: 77 mph. Car just stopped dead about 1/2" shy of a very large (and solid) pine tree. Not sure how, but I'm not arguing.

Also, incidentally, the only time I've been pulled out of a car at gunpoint.

Oh, the DEA tore the car apart to such an extent that it was irrepairable. They couldn't believe anyone stone cold sober with nothing illegal in the car would run just to avoid a $200 speeding ticket. Guess he showed them... :lol:

My friend's explanation of his actions in court was 'A momentary lapse of reason'. And he got his license back after attending a class for 1st time offenders. 1 night a week for 6 weeks. :cry:

I guess the judge was a Pink Floyd fan, or something.

[draftermatt]

Driving home from school one night my girlie (now wife) and I noticed a few cop cars. Didn't think much of it, and we went to the gas station.

Back out on the Highway, cops are all over. 2 dozen pulling out of a parking lot right in front of us. All from different agencies (state, county, city, next county over). I called my Dad and said "Turn on the scanner" turns out Dude was running from the cops, and we were just behind the action. (He was trying to lose them in the parking lot).

We keep heading home, and they turn into the neighborhood my wife grew up in. We turn in too.

Moron boy is heading back out of neighborhood and nearly hits us.

All of the other "civilian" cars pull a u turn to keep following the action (some cutting right in front of the cops). We decide to go home.

Guy keeps driving, bails out and runs into his GF's basement where he was arrested. They had attempted to pull him over, but he kept going and threw heroin out of the car. Turns out the car was his GF's and he had stolen it.

There have been others near my area, but that was the only one I was near.

I once tried running from a cop (I was 17 and had just gotten a ticket 10 days earlier). I ran for 2 miles before I caught up to other traffic. Rather than pass illegally I cut down a back road, but the cop was on my ass by then.

I pulled over, and he says "you were going pretty good there" and then writes me a ticket for 73 in a 55 (which is what he clocked me at) nothing said about the running, being well over 90 MPH at one point, nothing.

A former friend ran once too. He was spinning tires and took off when he saw the blue lights. Ran for a good while before he blew a tire (cop said he would have gotten away if he hadn't blown the tire as he was ready to back off). Cops ripped him out of the car and beat him.

He ended up getting a $500 fine and nothing else. I think it was partly because he had a lawyer and pictures of the bruises. I saw them up close and they were nasty.

One of my Dad's friend's ran, he got away but someone saw him pull into his place of work and leave his truck and take his bosses truck home. That person called the cops (they had a scanner) and the cops were waiting when he got home.

The cop who was chasing him lost him when he rolled his car going around a curve that went over railroad tracks.

My Dad's friend lost his license for a year.

[strawbabies]

I was an infant when this happened. We were living in Billings, Montana. My mother was out one day running errands, and had parked her car on the side of the street.

A couple of teenagers in another town had stolen a pickup truck, and there was a high speed chase that ended up down the street where my mom's car was. When she got back to the car, all she saw was a huge dent in it.

A few days later, my dad was having lunch with a coworker at a restaurant, and was telling the guy about the accident, and how they assumed the teenage driver had hit the car. A lady in the next booth had overheard him, turned around and asked if his car was the little red one. When my dad told her that was it, she said, "Oh, the kids didn't hit that car, the police cruiser did!" Since they then had a witness, my parents filed a claim with the city, who paid for the damage.

[wagegoth]

This one could probably go under Sightings:

I was driving on the highway near Davis, California. At that time, there were only two lanes headed west and I was in the section that still had some curves. I'm in the right lane, approaching a car that was doing under the speed limit, when a Porsche blows past, doing about 80 or so. "Jackass," I think, check traffic, then pull into the left lane to pass the other car.

Then, the police car appears in my rear view mirror. I am just passing the other car. I put on my turn signal and speed up. Other car speeds up. I slow down, other car slows down. I glance over to see the other driver. I'm thinking, "Do you not see the cop car, you old, blind, f**king c**t? I need to get out of the way."

At this point, I sped up again, and, once again, OBFC speeds up. Cop car gives up and passes me on the shoulder. THEN the OBFC slows down and lets me over.

A few miles down the road, there are multiple cop cars on the shoulder surrounding the Porsche, and the driver, who seemed unlikely to be the owner, was being hauled away in handcuffs. I just assumed the Porsche was stolen.



I wish I still had the picture:

It was a digital picture that was lost when an old computer died. Some background: We live in an old neighborhood with aboveground telephone and power lines. Some of these poles have anchor/support cables that run at an angle to the ground and connect to the pole. They usually have a piece of metal bent at a right angle that covers them.

We heard a crash and my husband went down the street to investigate. A few minutes later he came running back for our cheapy digital camera, then ran back out. I couldn't leave the kids, so I missed seeing it myself.

A sheriff's car, apparently during a chase, went off the road at a busy corner and got stuck on top of one of the power pole anchor cables. It was a damned impressive sight. Picture a full size cruiser balanced lengthwise on a cable, at approximately a 45 degree angle. I really wish I still had that picture.



Dumbassery:

Late one night, we were awakened by the sound of someone peeling out around the block. The guy was apparently showing off his car by squealing down the straight, slamming on the brakes, taking the corner, and peeling out again. He didn't do it just once, but circled the block several times, and seemed unlikely to stop, so we called to report it. Several other people must have called, because we heard sirens within just a couple of minutes. Dumbass, unfortunately, in his startlement at the arrival of the police, ran his car into a power pole and blew a transformer, knocking out power for several blocks that lasted well into the afternoon.

We were also then kept awake by the sound of chainsaws and heavy equipment, as the crew had to cut down and remove the damaged pole, then install a new one.

[Spiffy McMoron]

I don't know the full story of what happened (I didn't see a report in the paper the next day) but this is my story.

Me and my ex were going to meet some friends at a resturant in the city's hip/trendy district (Whyte Ave). I drove there, and noticed a police van turning west with sirens wailing. Not thinking any more about it, I parked the car a block away from the resturant and we walked there.

She and I then noticed that a cruiser had parked in the middle of the street and was getting something out of the trunk. Joking that it was a lawn chair and it was his lunch break, we stopped to see what was going down.

All of a sudden, I see a white Chevy Malibu travelling eastbound at a high rate of speed down Whyte Ave. "Hmm...this guy had better slow the fuck down", I thought.

He did, in most dramatic fashion.

He passed the parked cruiser, passed where we were standing and was trying to dodge the slower traffic when he went out of control. He skidded for a bit and then hit a tree that was on the south side of the sidewalk. Cops then proceeded to come out of the woodwork and arrest him.

This naturally, could have ended really badly. Not only could he have hit a car on the road (he didn't) or a pedestrian (he didn't) but the place he crashed was in front of several stores with large front windows that probably aren't very good at stopping cars.

[ArcticChicken]

Technically it's a police chase:

I know a guy who's friends with a Statie (State Trooper). Said Statie told him this story:

One day he had an early shift (like 4 or 5 am) on I95, well he's sitting there, bored out of his mind because there's no traffic to speak of, when a big, black Mac truck comes roaring down the road at 75mph, so he flips on his lights and pulls out behind the truck. Truck pulls over, but before he can get out of the car a big black SUV with government plates pulls up behind him. Two guys in suits get out, walk up to him and flash badges (I can't remember which department, FBI, DHS, NSA, etc.) and say "NEVER stop this truck again." Then they leave.