Chased By A Fake Police Car!!!
12-08-2002, 02:09 PM
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So last night, around 3 am, I was in my FD andMy fiancee and I were driving to her grandmother's house from mine. As I cross University Ave, eastbound on highway 285, I pass what appeard to be a retired poilce car. He sped up and got in front of me in the lane next to mine. Shortly after, he started slowing. I, being suspicious, also slowed. Both he and I continued to slow and stop, then proceed slowly and stop again. Then I slowly passed by him as he remained stopped (on the highway). He moved behind me and started tailing me. I continued at 15 mph through the next intersection, and when he got caught by the red light(at Colorado Ave.), I nailed the gas and took a left into the neighborhoods. He must've run the red light, because he was a block behind me as I turned out of the neighborhoods. So at this point, I'm a little more than suspicious. I take off northbound on Colorado avenue, and he's right on my ***. I'm doing 100+ in a 40 mph zone, and he's so close, at times I can't see his headlights.
Those ****** Caprice Classics are fast!
So I'm flying up Colorado Ave, with this guy flashing his brights and his little spotlight. By this point, my Fiancee is on the phone with 911. I slide my car in a glorius drift around a right-hand turn, turning eastbound on Evans Ave. He lost a little ground, but he's coming fast, and I'm getting traffic. Being concious of traffic, I slow in the right lane. He pulls alongside and swerves at me. I react and SLAM on the breaks, he also brakes, pulling his car in front of mine. I nail the gas and pull right up a driveway and onto the sidewalk. He nearly hit me as I flew by.
My fiancee is begging the 911 dispatcher to send a car. The dispatcher can't. Where the **** is a **********ing speed trap when you need one?!? I'm TRIPLING the speed limit and there's no ******* cops!!! WHAT THE ****!?!
I spot another driveway up ahead and pull back onto the road, trying to control the full-throttle oversteer that was induced. He's still behind me, forced me again to the side of the road (because of traffic), but this time, it's the left side. I throw it in reverse, and he does the same, but by the time he's caught back up to me, I'm already in 1st, smoking the tires as I slingshot down the road. All stops are out now. I'm driving 75+ in a 30, heading eastbound in the westbound lanes. A few miles down the road, and I spot a good right-hand corner, sliding my car onto southbound Quebec St. He keeps losing ground, but I continue to me cautious when he's not around, because I'm already reckless enough. As I travel, I seek the shelter of traffic. He backs off while cars are around us, but as soon as they turn off, he's right on me again, attempting to ram me and force me off the road. So as a last ditch effort, I Slam on the brakes once again and come to a dead stop. This was enough. He stops long again, and reverses in a cloud of tire smoke. after stopping long on the reverse, he pulls forward and stops right beside me, his nose angling across mine. He points a what I believe to be a gun at me. I'm not sure wether it was the traffic coming from behind us, or the fact that he was done ******* with me, but he sped off turning right into a development. I took off back down Quebec, and proceed directly to the nearest police station.
The man was driving a white Chevrolet Caprice Classic, ritired police vehicle with spotlight on passenger side. The temporary tags were in the rear plate position, but were obstructed by a piece of brown paper or the like. He was a heavy set white male wearing a white baseball cap backwards, and a white t-shirt.
After all that, the police said they couldn't do anything unless he had a gun. They said that the only way an APB would be put out was if there was a gun. I filed a report, stating that I believe there was a gun. On the way home, all I could think was "thank god I had the RX7." It's extraordinary capabilities are probably the only thing that kept me and my fiancee from getting hurt.
Needless to say, that I've decided on fortifying the FD a bit, and the 25 lb wheels I was thinking about are a no-go. Also. I'm considering buying a handgun.
What the ****.
Those ****** Caprice Classics are fast!
So I'm flying up Colorado Ave, with this guy flashing his brights and his little spotlight. By this point, my Fiancee is on the phone with 911. I slide my car in a glorius drift around a right-hand turn, turning eastbound on Evans Ave. He lost a little ground, but he's coming fast, and I'm getting traffic. Being concious of traffic, I slow in the right lane. He pulls alongside and swerves at me. I react and SLAM on the breaks, he also brakes, pulling his car in front of mine. I nail the gas and pull right up a driveway and onto the sidewalk. He nearly hit me as I flew by.
My fiancee is begging the 911 dispatcher to send a car. The dispatcher can't. Where the **** is a **********ing speed trap when you need one?!? I'm TRIPLING the speed limit and there's no ******* cops!!! WHAT THE ****!?!
I spot another driveway up ahead and pull back onto the road, trying to control the full-throttle oversteer that was induced. He's still behind me, forced me again to the side of the road (because of traffic), but this time, it's the left side. I throw it in reverse, and he does the same, but by the time he's caught back up to me, I'm already in 1st, smoking the tires as I slingshot down the road. All stops are out now. I'm driving 75+ in a 30, heading eastbound in the westbound lanes. A few miles down the road, and I spot a good right-hand corner, sliding my car onto southbound Quebec St. He keeps losing ground, but I continue to me cautious when he's not around, because I'm already reckless enough. As I travel, I seek the shelter of traffic. He backs off while cars are around us, but as soon as they turn off, he's right on me again, attempting to ram me and force me off the road. So as a last ditch effort, I Slam on the brakes once again and come to a dead stop. This was enough. He stops long again, and reverses in a cloud of tire smoke. after stopping long on the reverse, he pulls forward and stops right beside me, his nose angling across mine. He points a what I believe to be a gun at me. I'm not sure wether it was the traffic coming from behind us, or the fact that he was done ******* with me, but he sped off turning right into a development. I took off back down Quebec, and proceed directly to the nearest police station.
The man was driving a white Chevrolet Caprice Classic, ritired police vehicle with spotlight on passenger side. The temporary tags were in the rear plate position, but were obstructed by a piece of brown paper or the like. He was a heavy set white male wearing a white baseball cap backwards, and a white t-shirt.
After all that, the police said they couldn't do anything unless he had a gun. They said that the only way an APB would be put out was if there was a gun. I filed a report, stating that I believe there was a gun. On the way home, all I could think was "thank god I had the RX7." It's extraordinary capabilities are probably the only thing that kept me and my fiancee from getting hurt.
Needless to say, that I've decided on fortifying the FD a bit, and the 25 lb wheels I was thinking about are a no-go. Also. I'm considering buying a handgun.
What the ****.
12-08-2002, 04:38 PM
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Is your fd stock? Making proper boost? Seams crazy that you couldn't lose the guy. If that happened to me, instead of being chased all over town and risking messing up my car or hurting someone innocent, I would have came to a stop, grabbed my aluminum bat out of the trunk, and then seen if he still wanted to mess around 
If I did think he had a gun, I would have ran though.
12-08-2002, 05:22 PM
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Originally Posted by bigtime' date='Dec 8 2002, 07:16 PM
just use ur fists taht what i would do... if hes got a gun that aint no sweat. just dodge the bullets