posted 10-01-2001 17:38            

You know the sound a siren on a cop car/firetruck makes as it rushes past your point of presence? (sure you do.. unless you live in the sticks like clme..) Hearing cop cars go by is not an abnormal thing in the city but hearing 5 sirens slightly off beat, right near each other is slightly odd but still not enough to wake me up. Hearing 5 sirens approach and then suddenly stop in front of your house? Tends to wake me up..

Various "Whoop Whoops", sounds of cars rushing up and engines gunning it, Sirens just left on and car doors slamming. All these sounds make their way into my dream and then suddenly bring me to a wakened state.

Coming out of dreamstate my mind states rushing through various system checks and my blood starts pumping (I can wake up in a snap and be ready for action..).. Where was I.. Ahh yes.. The sound of 5 sirens, approaching and then stopping right in front of the Pen House.. I open my eyes to see our bedroom full of Red and Blue lights. The occasional flashlight would shine into various windows of the house and through out the yard. I can hear loud shouting, sounds of chaos. "Get down NOW!" and "Hey what’s that over there!". I spring up and in one jump, put on my sweats, turn the light on, grab my shirt and land back on the bed. I peak out the window and see cop cars everywhere. Some in the street, some on the sidewalk, cops running in and out of yards.

Sara and I sit up in bed and throw on some clothes and work our way out into the living room. Our friend who was crashed on our couch is watching as more and more cop cars arrive. Two cars blockade the intersection at the top of the street, while another pulls up and stops in the middle of the park. Two more drive up from the street below and take off down the other street, I assume securing the next intersection. I cannot begin to explain how fucked up the streets are in our neighborhood are but I’m assuming a bunch of the other police cars heading down the street where down around this odd “s” curve.

Still who are they after? Still no clue.. One thing I've never noticed, is the radios on the officers and in the cars are loud. I mean booming stereo loud. I could hear all sorts of various radio dispatch stuff filtering into the kitchen/living room. Since our house is on a corner we go from room to room checking the various angles of the action. Some officers are knocking on various doors and some are running back and forth searching the bushes. At one point I hear two officers talking to each other and all I can pick up is "Large Truck"... "Outlaw"... Fuck if I know what that really could mean in the grand scheme of things and fuckit I could of misheard them.

At this point more and more police cars are filtering in, I'm thinking jesus this has to be huge there are enough damn cop cars here. Looking out our living room window I am reminded of the scene in Terminator 2, when the cops surround the CyberDyne Lab (where they grab the robot arm thing and Arnold shoots the swat team in the knees). Various cop cars are parked in the parking lot across the street, in the middle of the street, on the side of the street, etc. Then the k-9 units show up, which alerts every fucking dog in the neighborhood and sets off "Barkfest 2001". Even DogSex Lady's dog was in on the barking action. I watch as the Dogs pull the officer from yard to yard.. Sniff, Sniff, Pull officer 5 feet, sniff, rip arm out of officer’s socket, sniff sniff, pull dead arm. Jesus, I'd really hate to be on the receiving end of those beasts. Those things are pretty damn spookey.

After about 30-45mins of this they turn their sirens off, and some cop cars leave (maybe they found what they where looking for down the street a bit). We decide to head back to bed.

posted 10-01-2001 17:56            

ever

i live in hicks ville

biggest cop thing round here was about 30 miles in a place called allagash they busted someguy for growing pot and seized his 2-3 acres

posted 10-01-2001 19:16            

Oddly enough, they generally tended to do it when my girlfriend-at-the-time was over, and every time I'd get pissed off enough to start to head out the door and tell 'em "arrest him or let him go, but either way GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY YARD" she'd come grab my arm and say "c'mon, let's go have sex. C'mon..."

Probably just as well, really.

posted 10-01-2001 19:25            

So after a 2 hr movie, I was ready for my cigarette, I'd been sitting on my knife for that time, so I pulled it out of my back pocket and showed it to my friends. Apparently someone walking by got scared and called campus security and they showed up about 1/2 later when I was in my sleeping bag on my way to being asleep. They searched me and arrested me. I think there were about 12 campus cops and like 3 regular city cops there, all for jsut little ol' me.

posted 10-01-2001 19:27            

I'm walking back from the Circle K around the corner from my aprtment when I lived in Tucson. It's maybe, 8:30 PM, just getting started really.

So, I'm walking along in my old army jacket when I hear footsteps and heavy breathing behind me. I turn to see this guy running towards me, full on, carrying a bag and a handgun. I now notice that there are alarm bells in the distance.

Putting two and two together I realize that getting in this guys way or trying to trip him up is a sure fire (no pun intended) way to get myself in a morgue. So, I step aside and let him run past me and around the corner and over a fenced in apartment complex's gate.

Not three seconds later a cop on foot comes running from the same direction as the gun-wielding dude. I quickly step aside and say "He went over that fence!" and point in the direction of the now long gone robber.

THe cop grunts and appreciated thanks and takes off over the fence. Okay, I've saved myself and passed on info to the good guys. I keep on trucking back to my apartment when a few minutes later I hear a helicopter and notice that the world got very very bright. I look down and I'm right in the middle of the spotlight from the helicopter, and it's staying right on me.

I figure that if I do anything different, they're going to send a car by, so I just keep on walking along. Next thing I know, there's a cop car screeching to a halt at the intersection in front of me, the cop jumps out of the car, points his gun in my direction and starts screaming "ON THE GROUND NOW!" meanwhile, he's got Cujo in the backseat, with his mouth over the window barking away at me, drooling all over the window of this nice shiny cop car.

Again, not wanting to be on the business end of a firearm, I slowly, get down on the pavement, being careful to set my YooHoo down without spilling it. A second car screeches up, and the new guy gets out of the car, and puts the cuffs on me while he grabs my wallet. All the while I'm trying to tell them that I'm not the guy, I saw the guy, and there's another officer chasing him in the other direction and he's getting away right now.

posted 10-01-2001 19:32            

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Originally posted by Pierced:
I got arrested once about 2 years ago. I was visiting a friend at Elon. At the time I was dressed in black, shaved head and about a 2 day old septum piercing. I also carried a butterfly knife with me at the time.

So after a 2 hr movie, I was ready for my cigarette, I'd been sitting on my knife for that time, so I pulled it out of my back pocket and showed it to my friends. Apparently someone walking by got scared and called campus security and they showed up about 1/2 later when I was in my sleeping bag on my way to being asleep. They searched me and arrested me. I think there were about 12 campus cops and like 3 regular city cops there, all for jsut little ol' me.

I spent the night in jail and got bail in the morning. It sucked though. People in jail are scary. I didn't get read my maranda rights nor did I get a phone call. The rights thing apparently isn't a requirement when you get arrested in NC anymore. But I'm still pissed at my lack of a phone call.

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forgot that

posted 10-01-2001 20:31            

Last summer I was working in my garden. There are four long yards in a square in the middle of my block. So a guy runs through the backyard kitty-corner from mine, jumps the fence at the bottom and runs up my neighbors yard, right past me. I hear sirens off in the distance. So I watch him run along my neighbor's driveway and then I go around the other side of my house (where the gate was) to see where he went.

The street was empty except for a rapidly approaching police car. I asked if they were looking for a guy and told them what I saw. My neighbor has 10 foot hedges surrounding her front yard and she wasn't home. It'd be a nice spot to hide out.

They eventually had to break out the K-9 unit to search for this guy. Unfortunately, just about every yard in this neighborhood has at least one dog. The poor K-9 couldn't keep his wits about him long enough to look for a fugitive so they had to give it up.

There's lots of stupid criminal stories from the old grocery store I used to work at but those are all shoplifting tales.

posted 10-01-2001 21:01            

i have TONS more encounter with cops and this ranks in my top 5.

posted 10-02-2001 07:40            

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Originally posted by grendelkhan:
Again, not wanting to be on the business end of a firearm, I slowly, get down on the pavement, being careful to set my YooHoo down without spilling it.

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If only everybody was this smart.

When the nice man in the blue coat points the gun at you and yells "ON THE GROUND NOW!" you just get on the fucking ground... if Rodney King was bright enough to do that he'd never have got his ass kicked in the first place.

posted 10-02-2001 07:47            

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Originally posted by Amazon:
All these cops had MASKS covering their faces. Mind you, this is South Florida and even at 10p.m., it was blazing hot. Masks? I thought they only did that on "Cops".

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They used to raid "The Foxhole", a strip club just outside Naval Training Center Orlando, about two or three times a fucking month in large groups all of whom wore terrorist-looking black masks, back in the early 90s.

To the best of my knowledge, they never actually made any arrests for anything whatsoever. And the REALLY weird thing is that, in an Orlando Florida that was just FULL of sleazy strip clubs that went illegally full nude and some of which even had LIVE FUCK SHOWS on the stage, the Fox Hole - which was so damn tame, instead of getting lap dances you paid the girls $5 to slow dance with you on a small dance floor - was the ONLY one that I know of that got raided like that.

I can only suspect that the Fox Hole was the only one not paying off the local vice squad to stay away, probably because they were so tame they knew they couldn't actually get busted for anything. ::shrugs::

posted 10-02-2001 08:01            

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Originally posted by eod:
You know the sound a siren on a cop car/firetruck makes as it rushes past your point of presence?

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That is called the Doppler Effect. SMRT!

Shit like this happened to me all the time when I lived in Seattle. 10-15 vehicles converge on one point near the casa, but no matter how diligently I watch the news afterwards I never hear anything about it. One time they even had my block cordoned off for half a day (I woke up around noon INSIDE the closed area) and it still didn't make the papers. But we all know about Seattle police by now. *cough*WTO*cough*MardiGras*cough*

Even stranger was the time I was approached on the street and asked for bus info; only to have a cruiser pull up and two cops jump out to question the guy. I'm just standing there saying "Can I go? Do you need a statement?" and they don't even acknowledge my existence. So I leave.

(edited for the Hell of it)

posted 10-02-2001 08:03            

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Originally posted by Jimbo:
instead of getting lap dances you paid the girls $5 to slow dance with you on a small dance floor...

I can only suspect that the Fox Hole was the only one not paying off the local vice squad to stay away,

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posted 10-02-2001 10:42            

Back in '95 or '96, when I had my Kawasaki ZX-7, I liked to hang out with the other motorcycle hoodlums down on the Battery in beautiful scenic Charleston, SC. One Saturday night, I met a friend with a Honda CBR600, and we headed down there at a nice and sedate pace, never hitting more than 10 mph over the speed limit on the interstate. (Well, probably not.)

Anyway, when we got down to the Battery, there was no one else there of any importance. (Maybe a few Jetta Thugs with Type R'd VW's, but do THEY count? I ask you.)

We decided to head to River's Avenue in North Charleston (separate municipality) via the interstate. My buddy on the CBR somehow got it into his head that his bike was faster than mine, so of course I showed him the error of his ways. With malice and forethought, we did break the speed limit on the interstate, and how. (Does anyone know the point value of 2.5 or 3 times the posted limit? My ZX-7 would pull into redline in 6th gear, and I did this several times.)

Anyway, we completed our high speed run with no incidents, got off the interstate at Aviation Avenue, and turned onto Rivers. We were immediately stopped at a red light, us in front, a ton of traffic behind us.

At this point, I remember thinking "I-26 is fun, but this is Rivers Avenue, 12:30 am on a Saturday night in North Charleston, home of the meanest most ticket-writingest rootinest shootinest cops this side of the Pecos." I'm thinking we should take it easy in cop central, but my buddy on the CBR has other ideas.

Light turns green, he surprises me, gets the drop, and pulls ahead of me. Not to be outdone, I grab a handful of 4 dual-downdraft carburetors and quickly overtake him. Then, for good measure, I wind third gear out, which translates into 130 mph. After about 5 seconds of that, I come to my senses and slow down. He catches up, and I decide to get off the main road there and get some gas, maybe smoke a cigarette, calm my adrenalized nerves.

We pull into the gas station, I pull up next to the pump, he pulls up right next to me, and we are literally BOXED IN BY COPS.

"Awwww fuuuck."

Cat-with-lame-mouse Police Officer: "Evening boys, how are you doing?"

Me: "Not so good now."

"Yeah. Any idea how fast you guys were going back there?"

"I have no idea." (But I suspect you'll be more than happy to tell me, assmaster.)

"Well, that's the thing. We were a few cars behind you at the stop light, and when it turned green, you guys basically dissapeared."

Me. "..."

"Do you think it was 100 mph?"

"No way, it couldn't have been that fast." (It was 130, you fucking moron.)

"90 mph?"

"No way."

"80 mph?"

"I don't think so."

"70? 65?"

"Well, it COULD have been 65 mph, but I don't think so."

At this point, they decided to treat that as a confession, so a third officer who was standing off to the side gets out his ticket book, grabs our paperwork, and retreats to his cruiser.

We found out when he gave us the tickets that not ONE of the three cars they had present had radar on us. (possibly didn't even HAVE it, though I can't imagine that.)

Lucky for me, however. 130 in a 45 carries a mandatory handcuff assraping party, I'm pretty sure.

We were left with 65 in a 45, which is still hella expensive and bad for insurance, but I was able to convince the officer to let us plea to Careless Operation, which was $100, no points, and SC insurnace companies give you one 'free', so no rate increase.

Moral of the story: When you're trying to get away clean after behaving like a hooligan, do it RIGHT.

posted 10-02-2001 10:59            

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That is called the Doppler Effect. SMRT!

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Yup.. I debated over using the word Doppler or not.. I guess I should figure that everyone knows the word Doppler now because the supAr hightech weather reports mention it a million times. oh well..

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Shit like this happened to me all the time when I lived in Seattle. 10-15 vehicles converge on one point near the casa, but no matter how diligently I watch the news afterwards I never hear anything about it. One time they even had my block cordoned off for half a day (I woke up around noon INSIDE the closed area) and it still didn't make the papers. But we all know about Seattle police by now. *cough*WTO*cough*MardiGras*cough*

Even stranger was the time I was approached on the street and asked for bus info; only to have a cruiser pull up and two cops jump out to question the guy. I'm just standing there saying "Can I go? Do you need a statement?" and they don't even acknowledge my existence. So I leave.

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posted 10-02-2001 12:57            

In this expression, the upper signs (+vO and -vS) refer to motion of the one toward the other, and the lower signs (-vO and +vS) refer to motion of one away from the other.

posted 10-02-2001 20:28           

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Originally posted by jumper42:
well being the civil minded and just down right nice person that i am, i was keeping the streets cleaned of the local street whores doing there biznes in front of my FRATERNITY HOUSE by being as politely as i can by shooting them in the ass with my pump action BB gun. let me tell you that there is nothing funnier then watching a hooker get paid after services rendered and then catching a medal BB in the ass. i have never seen bitches in 4 inch heels run so fast. anyway as i see the ballsy chick just standing right at the end of the parking lot in her ho attire doing the usually poses; i shoot her right in the mother fucking back. she lets out a big scream and shuffles off to the left; while laughing with joy with my "spotter" i see about 6 police cars FLY into the parking lot. i am thinking they are going to bust the street walker, well it seems like she was an undercover cop. so we ditch the gun in the chimney on the roof, even though we dont have a fireplace, and climb in through the window to pretend to play some 64 mario cart. the come BUSTING IN EVERY ROOM wanting to know where the BB gun is and they get "what BB gun" at every turn. then they threaten to start arresting people at the house for the "alleged shooting" but eventually they leave pissed and not arresting anyone. also the welt on the cop that got shot was HUGE and fucking hilarious.

i have TONS more encounter with cops and this ranks in my top 5.

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