ever been arrested while running?

j squire wrote:

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).

I went to UT for my undergrad and whenever I'd run with my roommate (who was from Congo, ie: very dark black), we'd be followed by Ottawa Hills cops. And we're talking daytime.

I got nabbed and carted off to the police station in HS. We were running an easy day in a residental neighborhood and we got a "hey fags" or "run forest run" and I decided to pull a Quinton Cassidy and ran over the back of the guys car and down his hood at the next stop sign. We all booked it through peoples yards and then continued on our run. About 2 miles later a cop car pulled up and wanted to know who was "the punk who was harrassing motorists." Apparently some old lady saw me run over the car and called the cops. Nosy old bag. They made me tell the story down town, gave me a warning and then let me go. It made for a legendary story so I didn't mind.

Once I was running and some guy in his car thought he would be a big shot and yell obscene remarks at me to impress his girlfriend. He also decided it would be funny to throw empty soda cans at me and tell me to 'wear some shorts.' I decided I would be a big shot, too, so when he was waiting at a light, I jogged up to him and pissed on his car. He got out after about 5 sec of pissing, so I had to cork it and run.

He decided he wanted revenge and kept driving by me screaming at me, basically making circles around wherever I was going. Finally I got into a neighborhood and he got out of his car and started running at me. Although I knew I could outrun him, that wouldn't be much fun. I had picked up a lot of gravel earlier and I threw it in his face when he got close. As he bent down grabbing his face cause it hurt so much, I kicked him in the side of the head. His girlfriend was standing outside screaming, so I just jogged over to his car and drove away. I drove his car out to the middle of a highway, parked it there, and left the keys locked in the car. Then I finished pissing on the car, through the sunroof, in front of all the cars sitting behind me, angrily honking their horns. Unfortunately, one of the cars was a cop, who jumped out of his car and started running at me.

I quickly jumped off the car and ran towards a trail, and the cop kept running after me. I realized at this moment that the cop was really slow, so I decided to play with him. I thought he would turn around and go back to the car after a while, but he didn't. So I took him on a small half mile loop or so, and when I got back to the beginning of the path, I saw that traffic had started to go around the car I pissed in. I also realized the cop had left his keys in the ignition. So I hopped into the police car, and drove off.

Unfortunately, I didn't think about the fact that all police cars can be tracked by the police, so pretty soon I had cops on my tail, so I took them on a cross country chase, literally. I stopped by a local cross country course, hopped out of the car, and started running. At this point I was pretty tired, cause I had totalled about 12 miles at this point. Even so, I could easily outrun fat cops. Unfortunately, they decided that what I had done was enough, and one of them nailed me in the brain with a tranquilizer dart. I fell down, and as they surrounded me, I remember my last words were: "F*ck you." So at least I went out on a high note.

But I didn't really get punished that badly. I had to spend 2 years in jail, and pay like $20,000 in fines, but nothing major.

very entertaining.

I wasn\'t harassed by cops, but was threatened with having the cops called. My teammates and I were running down a sidewalk when this jackass in a Jag pulled into the driveway right in front of us, meaning to back out quickly and do a u-turn. Unfortunately for him and us, there was traffic, so he had to wait. I slapped the side panel behind the rear doors to let him know we were there. He then pulled out, followed us, with both he and his wife screaming obscenities at me. With their kids in the back seat. After 30 seconds of this, I flipped them the double bird and kept running. They followed me down another 100 yards to where there just happened to be a cop station. The wife was yelling, \"what\'s your name?! Pull in here honey, we\'re telling the police! What\'s your name?!\" I just grinned and kept running, knowing there was nothing they could do, we didn\'t have any college gear on. I hope the cops just laughed at them.

A friend of mine was yanked off the street while running and asked a bunch of questions about his previous whereabouts. He thought it was kind of funny and the cops weren't making that big of a deal...but then they asked him to stand in a line-up down at the station...he shit his pants, because it was a line-up for a rape that had taken place..he went along as requested and thankfully was not accused.

Are you Jason Rexing?

Jaco wrote:

A friend of mine was yanked off the street while running and asked a bunch of questions about his previous whereabouts. He thought it was kind of funny and the cops weren't making that big of a deal...but then they asked him to stand in a line-up down at the station...he shit his pants, because it was a line-up for a rape that had taken place..he went along as requested and thankfully was not accused.

Did you really want to talk about "yanked off" and rape in the same post?

back during my first cross country race ever, i got lost on the course and ended up at some police gun range out in the boonies. they all took turns firing at my ass and then arrested me for trespassing on private party. i got a 25 dollar ticket.

While riding the bus home from a HS trackmeet, we were pulled over for a missing light or something. As the officer walked by the bus, one of the guys yelled, "Help us!!!! We're being kidnapped!!!

They took the coach off the bus and questioned all of us for about 20 minutes. We came clean, and they allowed us to go on.

The coach got us back by taking us to lunch at an all-you-can-eat place. He then stopped the bus 5 miles from the school and made us run the rest of the way.

I was running with a friend from the xc team, through some trails and we got lost. It was getting to be twilight and we had been running for about 2 hours and were getting worried since we still had no idea where the hell we were so we decided to make our own path towards the setting sun thinking this was the general direction we needed to go. Well eventually the sun went down and we were now officially bushwacking it. We came up to a large farm which was a pleasant site since we knew there had to be a road nearby. We hopped the fence in the darkness and started cutting through the field. All of a sudden these horses started charging at us. We take off sprinting across the field as best we could after running for 3 hours. A guy comes out with a rifle and fires a warning shot. We finally made it alive back at the road where there were cops waiting for us. They picked us up for trespassing and put us in the cruiser. After we explained the story the cop felt so sorry for us he drove us home. It's a good thing too because judging by how long the drive was it would have been at least another hour of running to get home. We had a meet the next day and did very poorly.

April 1, 1988 Huntington Beach, CA across the streest from the Huntington Beach Pier. I was on vacation, doing a fartlek workout that morning. I was in the middle of a surge, but got stopped at a light. Although the light was still red, I started up again when the traffic cleared. A cop on a motorcycle came up beside me and yelled at me to pull over. I asked "what for?", he said "because I said so" and I replied "I'm busy", which didn't go over too well. After I finally stopped, he started to write me a ticket for jaywalking. I told him I wouldn't take the ticket. In return he said it was either take the ticket or go to jail. Again, I told him I wouldn't take the ticket.

The cop then proceeded to cuff me and call in for a patrol car. I then told him to just give me the damn ticket, but it was too late. I was quite the sight standing there in running shorts and hand cuffs right across the street from the pier, with all the beach-goers around.

Just like Dan Held, I was hauled to jail, fingerprinted, and booked. I spent a couple of hours in a cell (with only running shorts on) next to some guy on hallucinigens. Of course when I called my friend to come get me, they thought it was an April Fool's joke.

I was fined $75, which tripled when I didn't pay it. I finally paid the $75 months later, but needed a lawyer friend's help to get out of the rest.

Many other stories, too many to list here....

trying to cross a major intersection at the end of a beautiful run I was hit by a car, whose driver didn't look to the right, while in the emergncy room an officer informed me the ticket was mine, no marked crossing! still haven't figured out why they have pushbuttons to change the signals on that intersection, maybe a shortage of paint?

I'm from California. The cop told me I "needed to carry ID". I didn't question him, but instead of sending in the fine, I drove to the Sheriff station to question this "need". I was told that it was vagrancy. Who was I to question? Two cops told me it was vagrancy to be without ID; I believed it. Stupid me!

clueless wrote:

still haven't figured out why they have pushbuttons to change the signals on that intersection, maybe a shortage of paint?

the buttons do NOT change the signals. that is not their purpose. look it up.

I got hit in the back of the head by a cop with a god damn billy club. Apparently there was a drug bust near by and all the tweakers took off running. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, but come on, I didn't look a damn thing like those tweakers. They ruffed my up a little and took me downtown. I had no ID and the whole thing was really bad. I'll never forgive those dumb, fat sonofabitches.

wow... I lived in C'ville for 15 years, ran for about 8 of those years, and never once was stopped for running in the road... we did that all the time. Geez, lots of residential streets didn't even have sidewalks, so we had to run in the road. Kinda lame to get pulled over for running in the road...

We used to run through this cemetery and got chased out many times. This one time our group of six was broken up into two and four guys. The two guys went straight through the cemetery entrance w/o any trouble but the four of us got stopped. When this happened we were ninety minutes into a 110-minute run, it was either through the cemetery or ninety minutes back. After unsuccessfully talking our way through the cemetery we were being escorted out when I realized I didn?t want to do a three-hour run and made a break up this very steep hill with my teammates in tow. This one guy, Daniel, was freaked out about running through the cemetery and decided to stay on the roads. Once we got back to school we had to wait for at least twenty minutes for Dan to show up and tell us how was chased by one rent-a-cop and two vans full of gardeners. The following Monday there was a note posed on our coaches door from the University President telling us never to go in the cemetery again, that lasted about a week.

Uh dude how did he know who to give the ticket to even if you weren't able to run away? you didn't have any idea so what could he do?

Uh dude, when you are stopped by a cop, I'll bet you aren't going to turn into Chris Rock. When I was first stopped, I just thought he was going to bust my balls. I saved all my donut comments and the repressed the urge to run away.

It's pretty easy to say all the clever things you would have done from the comfort of the chair you're now sitting in. I know I said them after I signed the ticket.