Running from the cops stories.

My friends dad was a lieutenant in another town and he arrested some guy on PCP. Once he got him in the car the guy kicked through the bulletproof glass window, jumped out of the car, and ran away on two broken legs.

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These are probably my 2 best stories.

Not running from the cops, but similar.

S me and some friends are bored, driving around town with a paintball gun and carton of eggs. After egging one of my friends house, we drive around and see a house with a bunch of cars parked outside of it, and we instantly recognize the cars as some jocks that go to our school.

So we decide to egg their cars, but as some of you know, when you throw an egg at a car it permanently chips the paint,( so dont do it). Since we aren't assholes, we park our car down the block, and sneak out and start cracking eggs over their cars. While we're doing this a car pulls into their driveway and I fuckin bolt, but when i get back to my car my keys arent in my pocket, they had fallen out while i was running. Im flippin balls as a bunch of jocks pour out of the house, so i ditch my car and me and my buds go on a 1.5 hour long run through the neighborhood, being chased by all these kids in a truck. I finally sneak back into their yard to look for my keys, somehow find them in the dark, and open my car to find they had trashed it completely; egg yolks are on the matts, skittles everywhere, and the paintball gun is gone.

moral of the story is dont lose your keys when you're in deep shit

I live in a small town and the cops are all mad chill so I have no running story's but some of these are pretty good

We were having a highschool party on a golf course and a cop car with a spotlight came. we ran into the woods. it followed us but they didn't take the time to chase us into the woods. I then proceeded to throw up everywhere

Kinda relavent to this.

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O man I have so many stories from these. But don't feel like typing all of them. so threads

damn almost got caught your first time blazing, makes a good story though

okay, so I have two storys. the first I wasn't so lucky. It was three of us in my friends car, and we had to back seats down for some reason. Then the cops rolled up so we are thinking fuck it is 3 am and we are chillen in this parking lot. So my friend shoves me into the trunk and closes the back seats. The cop then knocks on the window and tell then to get out searches them and the car (excluding the trunk) He then calls me friends mom who says that I spent the night with him and asked where I was. The cop then asks my friend who says the trunk. I'm thinking fuck fuck, the cops going to be pissed! He opens the trunk and YANKS me out saying "WHAT THE FUCK YOU DOING IN THERE?" And freaks. So I try to book it, Ran about 100 yards and get tackled down and handcuff shit was intense. Ended up with no charges and my parents never figured out.

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OK so i have three but im not that much of a badass so they might suck.

1. so i was over my friends house and we notice that he has some old raid cans that hes not using anymore. so we bike up into the woods near his house where there are fourwheeler trails and some dirt jumps we made. so we start a small fire. as were starting the fire we hear what we think is a chainsaw from far away, so we keep going. we throw the raid cans in and almost immediately we hear dirtbikes coming. as we bike away we look back and see the EPA (environmental protection agency) booking after us on dirtbikes. right when the ride by the fire  the raid cans blow up and a make a really loud noise. so me, my brother, and my two friends start biking away down this huge hill back to my friends house. on our way down my other  friend  eats shit and the dirt bikers are screaming at him, but he just gets up and starts riding away. at this point the rest of us are hiding behind my friends garage, and we didn't see our friend for the rest of the day but he got home safely. then we hid behind his garage for 2 hours while the dirtbikers circled the neighborhood.

2. I was rollerblading at a college town near where i live, and my brother and a friend were sessioning a ledge. we see security roll up so we run, and they get out and start chasing us. later we sessioned a different spot, and three security cars converged on where we were and two guys got out and start rining towards us while the cars circle the block we were in. we hide and they run past and we end up sneaking out commando style in between the cars.

3. finally my friend and me brother and i were all biking on one of the college roofs doing a wall ride when a security van pulls up and we all just jump of the building after throwing our bikes over and book it away. 

i think thats all for now... 

My story is a lesson exactly when you should run.

Don't think i have posted in here yet but anyways I will tell one of many....

http://youtu.be/WiX7GTelTPM

WARNING: Wall of text incoming, but imo it's a great story and WORTH A READ.

Story time. Summer before sophomore year (right now is the summer before my senior year, so, approx. 2 years ago), my friends and I found a gigantic, floating obstacle course just off the shore of a local lake that was being used for a children's summer camp. Since it's a camp, it's obviously private property, and we knew we weren't supposed to be seen using it, so we figured we would go just after dusk, have some fun on it for a little while, and then leave. Well, when we got there, people were still (legally) using it, so we walked up the road a ways and discovered an abandoned house. We played around in and outside this house for a bit, and tried to order pizza to the house, but it never came. At this point, it was darker and a few hours had passed, so we headed back to lake. We left our dry clothes on the shore in a wooded area, and swam out to the float. After a couple minutes of incredible fun, we noticed a group of about 6-7 college-age kids jumping from a private dock behind one of their houses. We called them over to come play with us on the float, and they swam over. So now it's 5 high school freshman/sophomores and around 7 college kids roughhousing all over this fucking obstacle course and making shit tons of noise. Needless to say, we attracted a lot of attention. The camp owner came out first and yelled through a megaphone that if we gave ourselves up now we would not be in any trouble. Of course, we were like, "Fuck that!" So we quietly slipped into the water and swam back to the wooded shore where our clothes were. Unfortunately, being the dumbass college kids that they were, the other group decided to swim in plain view back across the lake to their dock/house. The police had shown up at this time (6 squad cars and a mobile light truck), and they yelled at the kids angrily to surrender themselves. The kids swam to shore and got handcuffed and taken away. They had to have ratted us out, because three squad cars and several officers and dogs stayed behind to look for us. YES, THEY PUT OUT K-9 SEARCH DOGS TO FIND US. But luckily, they were looking in the complete opposite direction. The only problem was that the cars were all on the road and we had been dropped off there because none of us were of driving age yet. So we couldn't just walk out onto the road and get picked up. Another problem was that as the cops were searching for us, one of the girls in our group's mother was incessantly calling her wondering where she was, and she couldn't pick up the phone or risk being heard (or seen if she opened her phone to try to text her). So that was a time-bomb, as we were wondering how long it would be before she reported her daughter missing and called the police, getting us in even more shit. So we laid down in this wooded shoreline area for about 2 hours and waited until they left. We called a friend and asked him to walk the road for us (in his dry, inconspicuous clothes and hair) and make sure there were no lingering cops waiting to ambush us. After the coast was clear, we called my friend's mom and got in her SUV and drove away, scot free. So that's my best running/hiding from the cops story. ;)

Another great story. This is more recent, April vacation 2013. End of junior year. By this time in my life, I still have the same solid crew (we've been friends for pretty much a decade, always have each others backs, great group of peeps, but i digress...) but now we've gotten into weed and alcohol and things of that ilk. So we roll up with two cars to the next town over's elementary school at 11:00 at night on a weekend. I'm driving my '98 Rav 4 with 250,000 miles on it, whereas the rich kid in our group is driving his mercedes as the second car. We hop out, consume some pot brownies and liquor, and then my friend OPENS HIS CAR DOORS AND STARTS BLASTING MUSIC. Keep in mind, this kid is rich, so he has top notch woofers/sound system in his car. IT'S LOUD. This school is near people's houses, so they call the po-po who roll up JUST AS WE'RE LEAVING. By this point, I'm not only driving, but I'm drunk and high, and this cop starts talking to me out of his window into my window. He's asking me where we're going, what we have been doing etc. We tell him people probably called cause of the music and that we're sorry and we're leaving. Since I'm high, I sound paranoid and am making no sense, so the cop gets angry thinking I'm giving him an attitude and asks, "You're being awful defensive with me, any drugs or alcohol in the car?" As a matter of fact yes, 2 whole trays of pot brownies that we were planning on selling and lots of alcohol. I say no, and eventually this guy leaves, and we're allowed to leave, but THANK GOD. I just got my license, was driving past curfew, with my friends who I'm not allowed to drive within 6 months of receiving my license in Mass, and tons of drugs in my car, and of course, NOTHING IN THE OTHER KID'S CAR, WHOSE FAULT IT IS THAT THE COPS ARE THERE TO BEGIN WITH. Scary shit. Since the only other person in my car was my best friend, (that other kid had a full car of 5), we took off and ditched them with all the drugs and drank all the booze and partook in some more brownies before hooking back up with them later at another kid's house for a huge party. Very solid night.

The lack of structured paragraphs in this thread makes my eyes hurt.

Added a wall of text disclaimer at beginning, so fail on your part. Also this thread is for stories, why would you come in here if you didn't want to read? Shitty attempt at a troll, I guess "you got me!" but I had to call you out anyway... Besides, those didn't read memes are played, bro.

You likely would have done the same thing if I had used paragraphs.

Ok.

Yes, they are, especially dumb brony ones.

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Ok, I'll give you that. Just too lazy today, my b.

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Let me get you started. I was entering a parking lot at a local park to meet up with some friends. Behind me a patrol car pulls onto the road which leads to a parking lot where we are meeting up with some people and they are huddled around the car in the parking lot smoking a joint. The cop flashes his lights and pulls right next to them and gets out of the car. "Is that marijuana I am smelling from that cigarette?" "ah.. no officer, it isn't" he drops the roach joint on the ground and crushes it into the pavement. The officer radios something in and says "all of you are going to need you all to line up so we can take down your identification." I said I was about to meet with them and had nothing to do with the marijuana although my information still was taken down, everyones was. 3 More police show up. Three of them all together step out of their cars and talk to the other officer and head to the other car for a search. My friend says he gives no consent to a search and they go ahead because they had probable cause.

Threads for when the statute of limitation expires...

I don't run from cops, they run from me.

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I swam out into the ocean one time to get away from cops on a beach one night. I swam way out so they couldnt see me, then i came back to shore after they left

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My first time ever sneaking out with my brother. He was 16 and i was 13.

meet up with a bunch of his friends. They're all smoking J's and ripping bongs and shit and drinking a bottle of liquor. They decide to go G-Hopping which i had no idea what it was except that it would get alcohol. we split up to cover more ground.

3rd house we try, me and my brother go in, and find a fridge full of alcohol. Called up his friends and tell them the house number and to bring their backpacks.

4 backpacks full of about 65 beers and a few bottles of liquor. We proceed to go to our high school's athletic field and run into some former students of our school who are now in college. We assist them in breaking into a storage shed and lay on the mats for track drinking and swapping stories.

They leave and  my brother's friend says "I'm not as high as i would like to be" theyre out of weed so I get to watch my brother snort unhealthy amounts of Vicodin through a hundred dollar bill (I should probably mention my brother was a huge drug dealer at the time)  I then watch him pop 6 methodone (he had also dropped 2 hits of acid before we snuck out so it kicked in about the time we went out)

So him and all of his friends are fucked up off many drugs and alcohol, I'm perpetually smashed because i didnt like the taste of beer and had a handle id been sipping on for a while, also i had never drank before.

Everyone decides we should climb on top of the high school. My brother jumps up on this fence and starts going up the back of the school and everyone else says "im too fucked up" or "i cant jump that high"

so everyone decides to part ways and we divide the alcohol evenly. my brother and i do not have a backpack so we loaded up our pockets (we had jackets this was the middle of winter) and i had two handles in my hands and my brother was walking drinking beer and smoking on the way home. we're stumbling home on the sidewalk at about 4 am and a cop rolls up at a street right in front of us.

All of our alcohol is clearly visible, as is his smoking. Then came the dreaded whoop whoop and flashing lights of police. So obviously we book it. the cop pulled out and started driving towards us, so we ran right at it, past it, onto a road hopped a fence, and hid behind a church for about 15 minutes as the cop circled the area.

cop drove away from us so we ran out of the other side of the church and coolly began walking again. about 2 minutes later the same cop pulls up behind us flashing his lights and i threw a beer at the patrol car and ran and dropped another by accident while running,
 
because of the methodone my brother was throwing up while he was running and puked in about 11 sidewalk squares, laughed and kept running. made it back to our house after running through backyards, another church and back roads and snuck in the backyard of our house, put all the alcohol under a couch in our barn and went inside and passed out.

also, inb4 police have a NS account and has taken all of our stories into account and will track IP adresses to arrest us.

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I was at this local festival a few towns away from where I live called the Clam festival with rides and food and all that jazz. According to tradition, my friends and I "got clammered for clam fest" and fucked around on rides and stuff for a while before going to where the action actually was. So there are about 100+ high school and college kids standing around openly smoking and less openly drinking in an open area near the access to the rides and stuff at about 11:00. There were some cops around because it was a public festival, but they weren't really doing anything. after a little bit, they got a large group of cops together and rushed the group. All of the kids scattered and went all places around the fest to be hammered somewhere less obvious. after this we just stood around in a dunkin dounuts parking lot until we went home. apparently the crowds came back and the cops had to do this 2 or 3 more times...

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throughly baked at sketchy circus fair event thing, there was a booth with those little smell bombs for like 10 cents each so we all got a bunch and threw them into crowds and in booths and stuff, idk were thugs what can i say, cops were lurkin and got my friend but the rest of us booked it into the lines for a ferris wheel and blended in and everyone lived happily ever after

In 8th grade, some friends and I figured out how to get to the top of my mountains lodge. We're just chilling, pretending to do parkour, when a security van starts flashing its lights and driving towards the place. Me and this one kid bolt outta there. We walked half a mile around the perimeter to avoid the cops, then we go to the main area of the lodge. I had my jacket flipped inside out, cause I wanted to disguise myself. A cop asked me if I went to the roof. I said no then regrouped with my friends. My one friend jumped 10 feet to a lower level with no way out. Two cops come over and say they aren't leaving until he comes down. He says "lol ok". And jumps to the top of some pavilion. They never caught him.

went to a homies house about 8 am on our day off. no one is home so we decide to go smoke a joint in a spot above an empty parking lot with some houses above us, but we were out of sight. so halfway through, he says, "oh shit its the cops run!" and a cop had rolled up to the side of the lot near us. we book it up the hill through the woods. at this point we are both high as fuck due to the quality of said weed, and i have to bury the remainder of it. we run two miles thru the woods with crazy cottonmouth and scared shitless. we get back to his house by running through the woods away from the road. we get to his house, shower, and are paranoid as fuck. but was still fun.

Seems like the german cops are in fact quite different from US cops. From my experience its definetly not a good deciscion to run from them.

I was at a bar together with a few friends of mine and we were all pretty wasted. We got kicked out after one of the other guys decided it was a good idea to throw his empty glass at a mirror behind the bar. On the way out, we all took the glasses we had in our hands and decided to also take this huge palm tree that was standing in a plant pot in front of the bar. For some reason noone of the bar staff followed us, although they told us that we were gonna be banned from that bar.
After walking for some time we ditched the palmtree on someones front lawn and proceded to do what we call "garden hopping" (basically walking through other peoples gardens, jumping fences and stuff).
We must have been pretty loud and someone must have called the cops on us, so when they arrived shortly after (one car, 2 cops, we were like 5 people), we decided to take a run for it. I ran away for like 15min and then hid in some huge bush. I was also wearing dark clothes, so I thought I shouldnt be visible at all. But 5min later one of the cops came walking by and went directly to the bush I was hiding in, took out his flashlight and pointed it directly to my face and told me to get out.
I was also the last one they found, they had already catched everyone else. Took all our names and told us to go home and sober up. Nothing ever happend though. I am still wondering how the hell they found me in that bush,...

my first time doing the joink cops showed up in the front, I was in the back. I jumped up over the fence and ran out

the back. Bypassed police back to my apartment. Very much a mission impossible.

when i was 13 i was running from cops with the big bro and i watched him throw up in 11 consecutive sidewalk squares off methodone at a dead sprint. tossed a liquor bottle behind me overhead like it was a banana in mario kart

Pigeon.when i was 13 i was running from cops with the big bro and i watched him throw up in 11 consecutive sidewalk squares off methodone at a dead sprint. tossed a liquor bottle behind me overhead like it was a banana in mario kart

He’s leaving behind a trail of vomit crumbs for the cops to follow