So IngenereAMG's story reminded me of a little incident i had 2 years ago. This is not really a kill story, but the only time i have ever fled a cop.

I was driving 8:00 AM on a saturday to take my brother to football practice in mexico. So I'm going along 55 mph on a 45 mph road and there is this damn mini van in front of me barely going 40. so i drop gear, go in the next lane, and start gunning it to about 65. when i get over the little hill, on my way down i see a police cruiser coming towards me on the other side and he stares at me like "holy sh*t". as i pass and look in my mirror i see him slam the brakes and throw on the lights. So i say, f*ck this, and blast the thing to 80/85, see a small side street, drop speed, go up through the hills, head over a mile or so. i wait a minute then get back on the main road about 2 miles down from where i saw him.

As i drop my brother off, he says, "you probably messed up his whole day. he's gonna be out for revenge against some other MB driver now."

 

That counts as a win!

 

thank you. i enjoyed both your stories on the highway patrol and the vipers