He didn’t turn on lights and sirens and had to wait on a few cars before he could turn around so it wasn’t that hard but we saw him driving slowly around the neighborhood looking for my friend’s truck. Fortunately it was in the garage with the door shut before he was on the right block.

I did way back when I was 18/19… I was riding my bike home from work, and a cop directing traffic yelled at me to get out of the street. Without even thinking, I yelled back “go fuck yourself”. He called to his partner across the intersection, “Mike, get him!”. Mike was on a motorcycle. I was sure I was fucked, but I knew the neighborhood, so after salmoning up a one way street full of double parked cars, and taking a couple turns, one being into a narrow alley that’s almost invisible unless you already know it’s there, I got behind him - figured that was the best place to be… He never looked back, just slowed down, looking in doorways, between/under parked cars, until I got within a couple blocks of my house, then I hauled ass and locked myself (and bike) in the basement for the next half hour.