Have you ever raced COPS?

Pulled up next to a Brown "POS" (just glanced at it, only intending on "going when the light turns Green"), with my '71 GSX clone, at the Stoplight.

Revving up, ready to launch.

Lights getting ready to change, I look over and actually NOTICE that it's a '68 GS 400! :eek2: :TU: :bglasses:

The NEXT thing I notice is the "State Trooper" Shoulder Patch! :shock: ou:

Revving Down, light changes, Officer smiles, waves and ROASTS THEM OFF! :shock: I'm waiting for the Smoke to clear, before I can see the Green Light again!

I met up with him later, as he had his car restored at the same bodyshop that restored mine! What are the chances? o No:

That car was BEAUTIFUL, upon looking at it CLOSER (instead of just "glancing" at it :laugh: ou: )

He "won" because I LET him "win"! :laugh:

 

Lol, cool kill!(even if you did let him win :laugh: ) :3gears: :TU:

 

I wonder if he woulda been cool about it if you actually raced him and won? :Brow:

 

I ran a cruiser with my C5...light turned green, I hooked and left him. He pulled me over, asked me why I did it, and I told him I wanted to see how fast his car was. He looked at me, speechless, and handed my paperwork back to me. Fortunately it was in the same town that my cousin is a PO in :laugh:

 

I think he would have, because he actually asked me to "try" the next time.

By that time, MY car had an "unfortunate" death! :ball:

 

Kinda done that, Scott. Ran from the Lincoln County Sheriff one night on a dirt road. Out ran the car, but when I got home, there he was. Can't ever seem to outrun the Motorola!! Boy, oh boy, was Pop pi$$ed. He was a city cop for 31 years and knew every sheriff that was waitng for me at the house!! :spank: :spank: :spank: :spank: :spank:

 

John Csordas Sr. has a great story to tell.......but you have to bug him :Brow:

Something about a GSX and every cop car in the county o No: o No:

 

When I was young, there was a place where kids would get together and run. I was a 4 lane road to no where that was built to connect something that never happened. At the far end, the center divider ended and you could just do a 180 and go back the return road. There was a housing project at the far end and a grocery warehouse at the other.

It was like the built it just for drag racing!

When I was young, they REALLY started cracking down hard on people racing there. It got to the point where a few guys would bring police scanners so we knew when it was time to split! The problem was, when you were down at the far end, there was no way out!

The place had been there SO LONG that my older brother used to race there. He told me that at that time, the police would actually WATCH and sometimes RACE!!

I guess it just shows how times change. Back then, they were most likely just happy the racing was in a safe area. These days, with all the law suits going on, something like that is never going to happen!

There were actually a few cars trailered there to race! Hard to out run the law when you have to load the car and tie it down first!


Ken

 

Good stories so far.

I had an episode at the ripe age of 17 (37 currently).

No Buick yet, I owned (read = parents owned) a 1973 Pontiac Grand Prix with a 400 small block. Cruising along 'J' Street in Sacramento and had just dropped off my friends and was looping around to find a parking spot.

A cruiser pulled up next to me at the red light. Motioned for me to roll down the window. o No: He proceeds to tell me about my car, he knew the enging size, horsepower etc. and how he used to own one back when they first came out. Then he say's "I've always wondered if that car was faster than these cruisers." :shock: "Let's go on green." :shock: :shock:

I'm thinking to myself no way, I burn off and I'll be in jail forever. ou:

Seeing my hesitation, he says "Come on, no one's looking. I won't give you a ticket, I promise." OK, he promised.

Lights green..
:3gears: :3gears:

Three blocks later he catches up and says "Yeah, that's what I thought." :bglasses: "Keep your speeds down, and drive safe." :grin:

Flippin' great! I get around to where my friends are at, park and get out to tell them about it, but no one believes me!! ou: Just then the same cop drives by, gives me a thumbs up, revs his engine, and slowly pulls away.

:beer

 

Back in the dinosaur ages ( late 40s ) I worked at a gas station on the edge of town. The cops used to come in and shoot the breeze. Wednesday night was the night I closed the station, and I had a 37 Buick Century with the 41 compound carbs and dual exhaust, and lots of guys wanted to race. We ran about 3/4 mile (from the first street outside the city to the juvenile home ) One night ,one of the cops asked me about the racing, as it was outside the city, they didn't care. I told him what we did, and he said: do you think that old Buick will outrun our cruiser?" I told him yes,( they had new Chevy 6s) and that night after work, I proved it. He got me off the line, but about 70MPH the 37 reeled him in and blew his doors off!
:3gears: :3gears: :3gears:

 

I raced the law...and I won!

In younger days we raced at an abandoned drag strip east of town. The local cops would occasionally show up and watch. One day we were bored of racing one another and asked the cop to race one of us. He didn't want to race any of the cars and since I was on my dirt bike he agreed. :blast:

At the start the cruiser had a good holeshot(not enough to be in front) that scared me into thinking it was going to be close. At the finish line I looked back to see him about half way down the strip, with his lights going :eek2:

As I slowed, it looked like he wanted to pull me over. o No: He blipped his siren at me and I pulled over. He pulls up and says: "just had to make a good show for the fans", tells me to keep out of private property, and drives off. ou:

They wouldn't race any of us after that. I guess a 15 second ride was too much for their ferds! :moonu:


Jim

 

That's all? I'd think you should have done better than that

 

I wonder how quick that lt1 would run with that many miles on it? :bglasses:

 

Back when I was in high school dad was a city cop. One day after school all my buddies and I (7 total) jump in my 69 Wildcat to head down to A&W for a rootbeer. As I'm coming to the stoplight a B and Jeffers (Jeffers street is a 3 lane one way street for about 30 or 40 blocks) I see a cop car stopped for the red. As I pull up I see that its my dad. Its a beautiful spring day and we both have our windows down so i yell over at dad "Hey copper, Ya want to race to the donut shop" I actually had no intention of racing, just wanted to see and hear the reactions of my freinds (they didn't know that my dad was a cop) The light turn green and dad takes off in a cloud of smoke. Not to be outdone by a Nova with a 305 I floor the loud pedal and do the same but I'm able to real him in and blew right past him. I let off at about 50 and then just cruise on to A&W. All my freinds thought we were going to go to jail. I let them sweat it out for a while but had to tell them that it was my pops in the cruiser.

 

Never raced one but..

Haven't raced one but, buried a state trooper in tire smoke leaving a red light once in S. Jersey.......................he was my brother though so I don't know if it counts. You should've see the people faces in the oncoming lanes on the other side of the light.........if they opened their windows their jaws would have been dragging on the ground......................LOL..........



Harry

Oh Yeah, it was in my '69 Skylark GS..........

 

Thats no excuse!!!!!!!!

My old 69 wildcat had 196,000+ miles on the original untouched motor, and i repeatedly ran it up to 5300RPM in top gear, around 140-145 i would estimate. It didn't take long to get there either. The motor never complained although liked its oil, about 3-4 quarts every 2000.

I blew the doors of some kid from my schools nissan buzzbomb with it, he said it topped out at 134! :Brow:

Also beat a local guys 70 el camino ss that supposedly had an original LS6 454. He kicked my butt serverely off the line but i eventually caught him and passed him, i think he had 4.56 gears. :TU:

Just because these motors have some miles on em dont mean they wont run HARD!!!! :Smarty:

 

That's gold! :laugh: :beer

My Dad, God rest his soul, told me this story about 25 years ago. Long ago, prolly during the mid 60's, my uncle used to be a local cop. The new expressway was just built and not open to traffic yet. My dad told me that he and my uncle took his '66 Riv (it was his before I got it when I turned 16)down that road and let her wind out before it was opened to traffic. My dad said it buried the speedometer, which would equate to about 140. I was just a 7 yr. old kid back then, and to this day I wish I was in that car with them. The highest I ever got her up to was around 130 or so. :Brow:

 

Around the same time in 1969 I outran the police on one dumb kid occasion. We were abandoning an old 50s car (I wish i could remember what it was) and removing the license plates when we saw them coming, Rather than sit still, we decided to get in my dad's 66GS Riv and high tail it out of there. I knew the back roads and we got away with it. But I'm not particularly proud of it. We should have just stood there and told them some nonsense about a license plate light or something. Whatever that car was we left behind (it was at the sewage disposal plant parking lot) I'd take it back in an instant. PI think it was an old oddball thing like a DeSoto, wish I could remember the details but that was too long ago.