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Like what?

That doesn't stop you from using it.

I don't think I've ever known anybody that didn't run from the cops. At least a few times.

Thank God we were able to dodge all those bullets and murderous po-po!


Travis

Like what?

That's all they'll be....stories.

Nice deflection, but all too typical. Your original post, which I quoted, spoke to police officers. My respnse was that I was the norm in regards to policing in my AO and that actual experience backed my opinions. The entire discussion was in regards to policing. Your reply; "You know not of what you speak regarding my level of experience. I could tell you some stories." implies, on its face, that you have experience in said field.

Exactly.

Quit stalling, Hawk, and tell us some of those stories.

OK, this one time, at band camp .... Damn, the phone's ringing ... hold on.

From where did the idea originate that, unless one is or has been a cop, one hasn't, in NH's words, experienced the "real world," but (to use his words further) has only engaged in "academic masturbation from the safety of [one's] living room/office/classroom." Nothing better illustrates, I suppose, the arrogance cop work infuses in one. And they wonder why folks increasingly resent them.

He was almost a cop, back in the day, so he would have had some stories.

Right. Though not in the least at the time, in '86 or so my brother was unceremoniously abducted by BPD, and taken behind the Boston Garden loading docks. His offence? Being a dikkhead.

After the boys there rolled up on a few dozen of we boyscouts on a downtown corner waiting on a bus on our way to a Jethro Tull show in Worcester, they advised folks to dump any booze and eat any hooch, as they'd gotten a few complaints. If they had to come back, well, 'smarten the fahk up' was the general warning. Fair enough. As they rolled off in two cruisers, my brother, trying to show off, exposed a liter of 151 Bacardi he had hidden down the back of his jacket to a few mates. Unfortunately for my soon-to-be-tenderized brother, one of the cops saw him in the side view mirror as they were pulling out without really breaking nuts. Well, there's always one dumbass!

Hammered him, cuffed, with batons, fists and boots for a few, then asked him if he thought what he'd done was worth it. The obvious answer spewed forth. My brother was told something like, "a smaht punk wouldn't have tried to show off that he'd gotten over on a cop; he'd have slid up to one of those fine ass young chicks heading to the show, all calm like, and started having a few.

Sometimes, there are lessons to be learned, even at the back of the Boston Garden under the weight of a beatin'. My brother was then turned loose, and felt like he made out like a bandit. And he did. I'd have paid a fat bribe on more than a few occasions in my misspent youth, to exchange a thumping in an alley for the unfortunate prize I won behind door number 3...

Ah, to be young.

That wheeler had some grunt.

Unless he was driving reckless, trespassing, damaging property, someone called to complain, etc... no reason to stop him. Looked like a pretty rural 2 lane to me.


As was said, don't know too many people that haven't run from the police a time or two.

Its really funny when the cop on a Harley tries to catch you on the power line trails riding a YZ125. It took that fella a while to pick his bike up on that steep slope he lost it on. I'm pretty sure he puked.

From where did the idea originate that, unless one is or has been a cop, one hasn't, in NH's words, experienced the "real world," but (to use his words further) has only engaged in "academic masturbation from the safety of [one's] living room/office/classroom." Nothing better illustrates, I suppose, the arrogance cop work infuses in one. And they wonder why folks increasingly resent them.