Okay, back to the regularly scheduled thread . . .
Had three chases over a period of about ten days in my local town. The bike wasn't insured or registered, the plate on it was from my other bike, so I kinda had to run or my bike would have gotten impounded, and the impound yard is notorious for leaving stuff outside and holding your stuff forever. So, twisting the wrist was the answer at the time. Ran from the po-po one day, put some distance between me and him and dived into a local unknown (to me) neighborhood, where I arbitrarily ran up someone's driveway and right into their back yard. Luckily, no one was home. I took off my leather and helmet, walked to the street looking all innocent, and made my way to a phone where I called a friend with a van. He arrived, we loaded it up, got safely home, end of adventure. Or so I thought.
Decided to get the bike properly registered and insured, brand new plate, inspection, ready to go.
FIRST night out : I pull up to a red light on a four lane road and stop. All of a sudden, a cop car pulls up directly behind me, another pulls up on my right, another pulls up on my left. I look both ways, and decide I'm gonna run. The light turns green, I crack the throttle to take off, and the throttle cable BREAKS! I roll over to the side of the road, all compliant, get off, present my license and watch as one cop looks over my bike and the other two argue about my bike being the bike they have been trying to catch all week. But the plate was different . . . did I just buy the bike? YES is it fast? I DON'T KNOW, JUST GOT IT . . . they decide they have to let me go, they can't pin anything on me. So I called my friend with the van again, lol.
And that was the only time I got caught!