A couple winters ago me and two buddies where jumping a sideroad near my house from ditch to ditch. I guess the old treehugger neighbours didnt think it was too cool and called the cops. I'm on a mxz800 and buddy is on a yamaha vmax800. We see the cop coming down the snow covered road with his lights on. He couldnt go to fast or he'd be in the ditch. We leave and head down the road about 80mph til we get to the snowmobile trail. Soon as we hit the trail we see 2 sleds coming our way and i knew they were cops on sleds. Thats when the heart started pumpin. We turn around and back to the road, soon as we get on the road the cop car is just passing the sled trail. He knew we were going right for the trail. We head back the way we went full out, throttle pinned at 95mph. We could see the cops on sleds following us but they kept getting farther away. Ended up heading home and parked the sleds for the day, figured so sense going out they would be still out looking for us.

wrecked the sled about 2 weeks later so that was the end of that, sold some parts and bought the quad [img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif[/img]

 

I let them pull me over then smile when they cant do a damn thing