KWKSLVR
03-13-2001, 08:52 AM
.....And wrote about it http://www.3rdgen.org/ubb/biggrin.gif
<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Rolling out of West Precinct, Birmingham at 7:00 this morning, we began to work the 430 beat. We piddled around with a few “no-tag” vehicles after grabbing up some $1.50 Hot Dogs from Sneaky Pete’s. Slowing for a red light in downtown Ensley, I saw one of the gutsiest moves of my life. Coming directly towards us, passing in a turn lane blasting through the red light at a busy 4-way stop, came flying-by what appeared to be a black 650cc Sport Bike. He popped a wheelie and we responded with a 10-100 (vehicle in pursuit). Throwing our $1.50 hot dogs out the window, we whipped a U-Turn in heavy pursuit. Now, you have to understand that this police cruiser isn’t like your usual cop car, oh no, its much more unique. It comes complete with a factory Ford suspension, a rear-view mirror, and 2 (count them 2) cup holders that fit Big Gulps perfectly.
Already a ¼ of a mile in front of us, the pedal met the floor as we flew through Ensley at Teg-Like speed. We began to catch up as the tag-less bike finds itself stuck in congested traffic. Seeing us close in quickly, he splits the lanes and takes a right. Car 430 slams on the breaks and goes sliding behind the bike in best Dukes of Hazard form. Realizing that it’s on, the Kawasaki downshifted and took off. Needing all the power we could get, we utilized the extra HP gained from the 15lbs of stickers on the side of the squad car and reconfiguring the power gains from the ricey flashing lights. Oh yes, it was definitely on.
Traffic began to clear as we continued in heavy pursuit. Turning right, the bike entered a neighborhood. Struggling to keep up, we hit a strip of road that was tight with Alabama Power Workers. Blocked by a truck, and a couple of cars, we thought we had lost the bike until I looked underneath the traffic ahead, and spotted one solitary beefy tire swerving through traffic. The bike hits another right a solid 5 seconds before we can get to it. Slaloming into the turn, we saw the rear end of the bike at the T-Intersection ahead of us make another right turn (little less than ¼ mile away). Flying as fast as a 4.0 Ford V8 will go, we speed to 80mph (25mph zone), hit the brakes, and slam into the 90* turn with all 4 tires screeching. Well, as we all know 2 rights don’t make a wrong, 3 wrongs do, and 4 rights make a full circle http://www.3rdgen.org/ubb/wink.gif. Barreling over a hill and around a slight left curve, we hit total gridlock at another 3-way T-Intersection. Thinking that the bike had nowhere to go, we knew the adventure was over. But what was this? He found a hole and blasted through traffic again. I think he’s gonna turn right, Buddy thinks he’s gonna turn left, but no! He opts for Choice C and pulls a U-Turn! We follow suit, wondering where the hell backup is. We took off yet again, following the bike into a left turn where he weaves in and out of heavy traffic on one wheel jeopardizing a lot of people with his foolish shenanigans. Seeing him turn left straight ahead, we keep the Go-Pedal floored as we go into another 4-tire-screeching turn that would make Michael Schumacher jealous. He hung a quick left at the fast approaching T-Intersection that we missed seeing him take. Having to guess either right or left, left sounded the best. Splitting the lanes ahead we caught a glimpse of the Kawasaki at least ¾ of a mile in front of us. Loosing sight all together, we had a citizen point right at the next intersection. We slammed the right, but never saw the bike again.
Sweeping the neighborhood streets with the smell of burnt brakes, a bumpy ride that can only be caused by patching tires, and about 5 other units, we managed to come up empty handed. Hopefully he lost the bike and went flying into a ditch somewhere. Come to find out later, the citizen was a lying bastard that deserves to have his nuts chopped off. Another squad car had come from the direction we turned, and never saw him. At least our Big Gulps never budged.
Later in the day a call came in involving 2 juveniles who were reported breaking and entering. We arrived on scene in a close second as the 2 black kids were running out of the front door. When they saw the barrel of a Berretta, they decided it would be a good idea to hit the ground. One said, “I can’t go to juvenile, I have court today” while the other exclaimed, “I live up da screet”, when asked where he lived. Proof once again that we need TJE (Televised Juvenile Execution) http://www.3rdgen.org/ubb/rolleyes.gif
Afterwards we responded to a domestic violence call when a woman called the cops, panicked that her live-in boyfriend was going to hurt her. Oh, did I mention that she bailed him out on a $1000 signature bond 24 hours ago? Proof again that most women have no sense of reason. If her boyfriend had not flagged us down and turned out to be a pretty nice guy between the two, I would wish that Darwinism had taken over that situation.
As our almost final act of the day we chased down a drug dealer with several felony warrants who decided to run from the cops, then bail the car. His run down an alley was cut short when an on-coming female officer plowed the Snoop-Dog look-a-like into the ground. Truly a schweet moment that deserves a spot on COPS.
All in all, it was one hell of a shift. My only regret was that we never made it to Krispy Kreme in Fairfield for donuts http://www.3rdgen.org/ubb/biggrin.gif Oh, if you see a black Kawasaki Sport Bike with no tag, and just looks like he’s into toying with the cops, do me a favor and run over them. In fact, run over them 2 or 3 times. If you ever have a chance to go on a ride-along, take it. Now if I can get by the “no gun policy”, I’ll be set http://www.3rdgen.org/ubb/cool.gif
Patrick </font>
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1997 Trans Am M6
<font face="Verdana, Arial" size="2">Rolling out of West Precinct, Birmingham at 7:00 this morning, we began to work the 430 beat. We piddled around with a few “no-tag” vehicles after grabbing up some $1.50 Hot Dogs from Sneaky Pete’s. Slowing for a red light in downtown Ensley, I saw one of the gutsiest moves of my life. Coming directly towards us, passing in a turn lane blasting through the red light at a busy 4-way stop, came flying-by what appeared to be a black 650cc Sport Bike. He popped a wheelie and we responded with a 10-100 (vehicle in pursuit). Throwing our $1.50 hot dogs out the window, we whipped a U-Turn in heavy pursuit. Now, you have to understand that this police cruiser isn’t like your usual cop car, oh no, its much more unique. It comes complete with a factory Ford suspension, a rear-view mirror, and 2 (count them 2) cup holders that fit Big Gulps perfectly.
Already a ¼ of a mile in front of us, the pedal met the floor as we flew through Ensley at Teg-Like speed. We began to catch up as the tag-less bike finds itself stuck in congested traffic. Seeing us close in quickly, he splits the lanes and takes a right. Car 430 slams on the breaks and goes sliding behind the bike in best Dukes of Hazard form. Realizing that it’s on, the Kawasaki downshifted and took off. Needing all the power we could get, we utilized the extra HP gained from the 15lbs of stickers on the side of the squad car and reconfiguring the power gains from the ricey flashing lights. Oh yes, it was definitely on.
Traffic began to clear as we continued in heavy pursuit. Turning right, the bike entered a neighborhood. Struggling to keep up, we hit a strip of road that was tight with Alabama Power Workers. Blocked by a truck, and a couple of cars, we thought we had lost the bike until I looked underneath the traffic ahead, and spotted one solitary beefy tire swerving through traffic. The bike hits another right a solid 5 seconds before we can get to it. Slaloming into the turn, we saw the rear end of the bike at the T-Intersection ahead of us make another right turn (little less than ¼ mile away). Flying as fast as a 4.0 Ford V8 will go, we speed to 80mph (25mph zone), hit the brakes, and slam into the 90* turn with all 4 tires screeching. Well, as we all know 2 rights don’t make a wrong, 3 wrongs do, and 4 rights make a full circle http://www.3rdgen.org/ubb/wink.gif. Barreling over a hill and around a slight left curve, we hit total gridlock at another 3-way T-Intersection. Thinking that the bike had nowhere to go, we knew the adventure was over. But what was this? He found a hole and blasted through traffic again. I think he’s gonna turn right, Buddy thinks he’s gonna turn left, but no! He opts for Choice C and pulls a U-Turn! We follow suit, wondering where the hell backup is. We took off yet again, following the bike into a left turn where he weaves in and out of heavy traffic on one wheel jeopardizing a lot of people with his foolish shenanigans. Seeing him turn left straight ahead, we keep the Go-Pedal floored as we go into another 4-tire-screeching turn that would make Michael Schumacher jealous. He hung a quick left at the fast approaching T-Intersection that we missed seeing him take. Having to guess either right or left, left sounded the best. Splitting the lanes ahead we caught a glimpse of the Kawasaki at least ¾ of a mile in front of us. Loosing sight all together, we had a citizen point right at the next intersection. We slammed the right, but never saw the bike again.
Sweeping the neighborhood streets with the smell of burnt brakes, a bumpy ride that can only be caused by patching tires, and about 5 other units, we managed to come up empty handed. Hopefully he lost the bike and went flying into a ditch somewhere. Come to find out later, the citizen was a lying bastard that deserves to have his nuts chopped off. Another squad car had come from the direction we turned, and never saw him. At least our Big Gulps never budged.
Later in the day a call came in involving 2 juveniles who were reported breaking and entering. We arrived on scene in a close second as the 2 black kids were running out of the front door. When they saw the barrel of a Berretta, they decided it would be a good idea to hit the ground. One said, “I can’t go to juvenile, I have court today” while the other exclaimed, “I live up da screet”, when asked where he lived. Proof once again that we need TJE (Televised Juvenile Execution) http://www.3rdgen.org/ubb/rolleyes.gif
Afterwards we responded to a domestic violence call when a woman called the cops, panicked that her live-in boyfriend was going to hurt her. Oh, did I mention that she bailed him out on a $1000 signature bond 24 hours ago? Proof again that most women have no sense of reason. If her boyfriend had not flagged us down and turned out to be a pretty nice guy between the two, I would wish that Darwinism had taken over that situation.
As our almost final act of the day we chased down a drug dealer with several felony warrants who decided to run from the cops, then bail the car. His run down an alley was cut short when an on-coming female officer plowed the Snoop-Dog look-a-like into the ground. Truly a schweet moment that deserves a spot on COPS.
All in all, it was one hell of a shift. My only regret was that we never made it to Krispy Kreme in Fairfield for donuts http://www.3rdgen.org/ubb/biggrin.gif Oh, if you see a black Kawasaki Sport Bike with no tag, and just looks like he’s into toying with the cops, do me a favor and run over them. In fact, run over them 2 or 3 times. If you ever have a chance to go on a ride-along, take it. Now if I can get by the “no gun policy”, I’ll be set http://www.3rdgen.org/ubb/cool.gif
Patrick </font>
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1997 Trans Am M6