I will go first:
Early 70’s different country different time, 18 years old.
We were at a party, two of us, found out there was a speed check 3 miles down the highway. Those days they checked speed with a gatsometer, which were two lines running across the pavement. Speed was measured as the tire crosses the lines.
So, we removed our license plates and crossed the speed check at 110mph in a 55mph zone. When the popo ran out to stop us, we gave them the finger and disappeared. We got away, never heard anything afterwards. Pretty irresponsible, good thing Busa’s were not available to 18 year olds those days.
2nd Time, this was my bad.
Almost done with high school, 18 years old, have a motorcycle license. My buddy, same age, has the same bike wears the same helmet. We wear school uniforms. Back then in Johannesburg, you needed to be 18 to get a motorcycle license, so sometimes the popo would sit outside the high school gate and stop riders to make sure they have a drivers license.
in front of the school, there was a four lane road with an island in the center, dividing traffick going North and South.
So I get to the school gate on a 750 Suzuki GT ( Water Buffalo) and the popo stops me. I ignore him and proceed North. See him jumping on his boxer BMW, chasing me. I make a U-Turn, so now I am going South and he is going North. Then he makes the U-Turn, now we are both going South. I make another U-Turn, so I am heading North again, while he is heading South.
The above pattern continues for a while, and at the same time it is becoming spectator attractive for the school kids.
Eventually, the cop goes into the wrong lane against the flow to break the pattern and I decide to take off. No way a boxer BMW is going to catch my Suzuki and I am gone.
About 15 minutes later, my buddy, similar bike, similar helmet, similar school uniform, with no knowledge about all of this exits the school gate and gets arrested on the spot.
It ended up with me having to go back to the police station, tell them they had the wrong guy and plead guilty for not stopping when told to do so. I guess I was really lucky, it ended up with a warning with both my parents present. Have to admit, my dad was strict, but I did see a smile once it was all over.
I guess we live in a different world today.
Early 70’s different country different time, 18 years old.
We were at a party, two of us, found out there was a speed check 3 miles down the highway. Those days they checked speed with a gatsometer, which were two lines running across the pavement. Speed was measured as the tire crosses the lines.
So, we removed our license plates and crossed the speed check at 110mph in a 55mph zone. When the popo ran out to stop us, we gave them the finger and disappeared. We got away, never heard anything afterwards. Pretty irresponsible, good thing Busa’s were not available to 18 year olds those days.
2nd Time, this was my bad.
Almost done with high school, 18 years old, have a motorcycle license. My buddy, same age, has the same bike wears the same helmet. We wear school uniforms. Back then in Johannesburg, you needed to be 18 to get a motorcycle license, so sometimes the popo would sit outside the high school gate and stop riders to make sure they have a drivers license.
in front of the school, there was a four lane road with an island in the center, dividing traffick going North and South.
So I get to the school gate on a 750 Suzuki GT ( Water Buffalo) and the popo stops me. I ignore him and proceed North. See him jumping on his boxer BMW, chasing me. I make a U-Turn, so now I am going South and he is going North. Then he makes the U-Turn, now we are both going South. I make another U-Turn, so I am heading North again, while he is heading South.
The above pattern continues for a while, and at the same time it is becoming spectator attractive for the school kids.
Eventually, the cop goes into the wrong lane against the flow to break the pattern and I decide to take off. No way a boxer BMW is going to catch my Suzuki and I am gone.
About 15 minutes later, my buddy, similar bike, similar helmet, similar school uniform, with no knowledge about all of this exits the school gate and gets arrested on the spot.
It ended up with me having to go back to the police station, tell them they had the wrong guy and plead guilty for not stopping when told to do so. I guess I was really lucky, it ended up with a warning with both my parents present. Have to admit, my dad was strict, but I did see a smile once it was all over.
I guess we live in a different world today.