When I was a kid, getting chased by cops was the best... we used to get chased at the main courthouse in downtown Baton Rouge by some little squirrely & heavily mustachioed cop... it was pretty much a game after about two years or so.
Another night me and two friends of mine (brothers) were skating at the state capitol building and two cop cars came in from both sides, so we all ran stright between them and through what used to be like a maze of mid-thigh high bushes, and those fucking buzzcuts were right on us... one of the brothers fucked up and tripped when jumping over a bush and the cops tackled him, at least three of the four cops did.
Later that evening after all the paperwork was taken care of, the other brother and I went to pick up our guy while dressed in fucking polo shirts and shit (we were hoping that might ensure that the cops wouldn't recognize us, bu they weren't even there when we got him). He had to do like 72 hours of community service, had a year of probation, and a shitload of fines related to running from the cops. Oddly enough, the same homie was awarded by our Governor (Edwin Edwards at the time) at the SAME SPOT we got chased from because he'd been kidnapped by three escaped prisoners (he lived less than a 10th of a mile from one of the prisons in our area, the escapees had been in the woods for three days, popped out in his backyard only to realize they had only traveled a few hundred feet away from where they'd escaped). Back then, prisoners escaping was pretty common (med. security place) and everything in town would go into police state mode (every stop sign was manned by a cop or deputized guard).
The prisoners crawled into the backseat of his car, tried to lay low (in a little compact sedan) and covered themselves with blankets. Needless to say, not only did the cops get the escapees at the first roadblock my friend stopped at, but the arresting officer was his cousin.
Sorry for the Live Journal there.
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