ever been arrested while running?

While at Texas A&M, I went running at 1 a.m.. Apparently, there had been a rash of burglaries in the area I was in, and some old lady saw us running and called the cops.

With the speaker, they told us to stop. We did. It was the middle of May, hot and humid, so we were only in shorts and shoes. The cop demanded an i.d. Getting pissed at having to stop, I finally said, "Wait a sec while I pull it out of my ass."

They tossed me into the back of the patrol car while they had their supervisor call my parents. I was let out with a warning to keep my mouth shut in the future. I ended up with a tremendous headcold from sitting in an air-conditioned car while all hot and sweaty.

The funny thing was that it was the same cop who had caught me out "parking" with my girlfriend (now wife) a couple of years earlier.

Once while running through a fairly urban area of St. Louis (Clayton) I got a nose bleed. I didn't notice it at first, and the blood had run down across my shirt. I was at about the furthest point away from my apartment at the time, so I just continued the run home.

About 5-10 minutes later, I was stopped by a cop. Apparently an individual had been hit by a car and then ran away from the accident. The cop was on the lookout for this character, and assumed I must be him. Logical I guess. Anyway, I assured him I wasn't the guy.

Just to be sure, I was detained for a few minutes while an EMT came to give me a checkout. The medic knew right away I wasn't the guy (he was at the scene and the person hit was supposedly a fairly big guy) He gave me a quick lookover to appease the cop, and I was on my way.

Otherwise, never any problems except the occasional harrassment for running on golf courses, but I guess that's sort of warranted.

I was stopped for running at night, or some dumb f--king thing. I had some mace on me and the cop got all crazy thinking I was looking for trouble and asked me quote "how I'd like a 357 screwed in my ear in the back alley." I was totally freaked out when he said this thinking this nut is going to blow my head off and since he's a cop he'll get away with it. Luckly some friends walking home from campus saw me and I waved them over so I'd have some witnesses to the brutality I thought for sure I would suffer. The pig cop backed off then, made some asshole remarks and finally left. I notified his department, but they didn't give a shit at all.

This thread reminds me of another occasion, in Ft. Lauderdale, when I was stopped while walking. I was on the way from my apartment to a diner and decided to hoof it, rather than drive the 3/4 of a mile. Apparently, forward motion outside of a vehicle is in and of itself cause for suspicion in Ft. Lauderdale. I was asked for ID and to explain what I was doing. I told the guy I was going to a diner, and he looked me up and down like I was on my way back from a crack sale. As I had just moved from another part of Florida, my driver's license did not have a local address, so I was gruffly warned that I could get a ticket for that and then sent on my way, with a "don't do it again" type glare.

If you not have ID, how do they ticket you?

Arrested? OF COURSE!!! I've been in an arrested state of Mental/Social/Emotional development for about 20 years now.

HA HA HA HA HA

jason

Yes, regularly. Sometimes while running from The Gap with an armload of clothes with the anti-theft tags still on them, at others while running after folks at parties (broken beer bottle at the ready), and at still others while running my bloated cock up the thigh of a passed-out 15-year-old while entertaining recruits. What a silly question! Still, most of the time I get away with it.

When the Presidio of SF Golf course was still run by the US Army, they escorted me off the GC with shotguns. Was also stopped by cops for running against light. Fortunately I plead ignorant and didn't mouth off in either case, and learned my lesson.

Technically, not carrying ID is vagrancy, and if the cop wants to be a real jackass, they can escort you down to the station so that someone can bring your ID to you or can vouch for your character. Faced with that option, one would usually just tell the cop your name and address.

I guess you could lie if you could think fast enough, but when they take the information back to the car and verify, things better match up, or the name you gave better not have any warrants!

In California it is not against the law not to carry ID. What does a person do if they do not drive or have a passport?

A few years ago, I went through a hole in the fence at our local reservoir and was running on the nice path around it

with my dog, when the reservoir police car (yes, they really

have reservoir police) pulled up. The so-called cop got

out and asked me what I was doing there. Like most of you,

I had no ID with me, so when he asked me my name, I thought

quickly and gave him my friend's name and address. He let

me off with a warning, threatening to fine me $200 if he

caught me there again. I went home and called my friend,

and asked him if he ever ran in the reservoir. He told me

he hadn't run there in years. I said, "Good. Don't start

again now," and told him the whole story. We both had a

good laugh.

IUP, 1985, Frosh initiation. A crew of 8-10 frosh cruisin' buck naked through campus at dinner time gets disrupted by the pursuit of a couple of campus cop cars. The runners scatter into various nearby buildings...except for one guy who continues on down the sidewalks and footpaths. Cops kept drivin' nearby. About 1 mile later they cornered him.

He was the only one officially caught. Coach was not too happy.

I got stopped twice.

First for jumping a fence to run on a local highschool track. I didn't even get a chance to do the workout. The cop asked what made me think i could jump the fence. I told him that was the only way on to the track. After then telling him my coach said i could run on the track, he asked my name and said he would call the school. I told him Steve Prefontaine, and went on my way.

The other time was at about 8:00, right out in front of my house (a very good neighborhood) Me and a couple of Chinese tennis players (come and train in the US) where doing 400's and all of a sudden a helicopter came over us and shined its light on us for the whole 400 meters. We stopped and turned back for the cool down and a cop car pulled up and asked why we were running away. We said we were doing a workout and then the Chinese kid asked the cop if he wanted to hop in. He declined and went on his way.

Never arrested, but interrogated while running.

I live in a quiet, safe, pretty well off townhouse complex. The roads are a little hilly at points and it's nice to run through it because it's big and connected to other develpments (I can squeze in a good few miles if I mix up the rout and go from end to end a few times). One night, around 12 or so, I couldn't fall asleep because I was all worked up about an important presentation I had to give the next day. I wore long, white lacks, a white sportsbra, my shoes had reflectors on the back, and a thick, white hair band. You could see me from a mile away, I wasn't running in the middle of the road, and there was no traffic anywhere. But this one cop patrolling the area needed something to do so he pulled up alongside of me. I wasn't going to stop running just because he was there, so I kept going my tempo pace (I wanted to make it short, I was going for a half hour and getting a workout in so I wouldn't have to worry about it in the morning) so he could tell I'm serious about it and didn't want to be bothered.

But of course he's a block head, what does he know about running. He said something along the lines of "Hey young lady, what are you up to so late at night?" What the hell do you think, airhead, but I just said "running," as sweetly as I could manage because I was breathing pretty hard. But that wasn't enough for him apparently. He went on to say how pretty young girls like myself are rapist bait and you just never know. Ok, point made, there's bad guys out there, I should be careful.

But still, that's not enough for him. He had to tell me how when he grew up in Kentucky girls couldn't wear that kind of stuff and if they got raped no one would feel sorry for them because they we're just asking for it, so I shouldn't give all these boys the wrong impression, like an invitation. Holy crap! We don't live in the 50s anymore buddy, and unless you want me to die of heat stroke (it was still 89 that time of night here, and really humid), please buzz off. And what the hell is this crap about giving men an invitation to rape me. First of all, what boys!! There was no one around in my pleasantville paradise, they all were in bed with their wives and kids all tucked in ready to make money the next day. And if this cop was suggesting that normal men immediately become psychotic violent rapists at the sight of a firm midsection he's probably got something screwed up in his head.

So I told him I understand, I'll keep it in mind, and I kept on running. But no, still this was not enough to make him go away. He had the nerve to tell me that I should really think about going home. You know, because he's looking out for my safety. I'm sorry, maybe I live under a rock, but the last time I checked it was perfectly legal to run in a suburban housing developmnt on the sidewalk, dressed in visible clothing, no matter what time of night.

I should have asked for his name and reported this ass to his department, but most likely they wouldn't give a damn and it was not worth stopping my run. So, out of breath, I said "ok, going home" and took a turn, and just continued running for abother 12 minutes until I finished the tempo run. I swear, some people just don't have a brain. I told all my friends about it and it gave them a good laugh, that's about all the good that came out of it.

goldfish wrote:

In California it is not against the law not to carry ID. What does a person do if they do not drive or have a passport?

In 1983, Edward Lawson of San Diego, the so-called "California Walkman," took his case all the way to the Supreme Court of the United States and won.

Who sucks worse, the Lakers as a team or Karl Malone as a uh, "champion"?

I've been questioned a couple times while running late at night (and once after I finished running and was stretching by my car in a rainstorm in the high school parking lot). The guy shined his flashlight on me and in my car. I guess he wasn't too worried about the 3 or 4 pairs of running shoes strewn on the floor among maps of the area, personal sized pizza boxes, old socks, and a cooler. He probably thought I was living out of my car, which wouldn't have been far from the truth.

Can't even count the number of times I've had the spotlight on me while running and then have them drive away when they realize I'm just a skinny white kid.

I was not running when this happened. My friend and I had been away for spring break (in Oklahoma City!!) and we were lugging our suitcases down a lane off the high way in order to get the bus back to the Grey Hound station (we were going back to OSU). Suddenly these two cop cars with all the lights going off skidded in front of us when we were just about to go down the lane. One cop asked us for ID, we gave him our passports (we're English). He interrogated us for a good 20 minutes. In the end in dawned in me what he suspected us of...he thought we were prostitutes!! Apparently all the prostitutes hang around this lane and one was even killed there a few weeks prior.

Oh and we were not wearing slutty clothes in case you were wondering.

He believed our story of trying to catch a bus and took me and my mate (in separate cars) to the Grey Hound station.

My HS XC team got followed by police through Ottawa Hills once. The team was at least half black. If you know Toledo, this doesn't surprise you at all (it's the village that got sued when the cops arrested a black man waiting for a bus).