Back in 1987, while I was still in the USMC, I got cited for careless and reckless, evading pursuit, and 120 in a 55 while on my motorcycle. Basically, the situation was that I was giving this girl a ride one nite and while we were sitting at a stoplight this gold mazda pulled up behind us and starting yelling at us and honking the horn. There were 4 or 5 guys in the car and some of what I could make out were somewhat threatening to the girl with me. Well, there was no way in hell I was going to get caught anywhere with just me against those 4 or 5 so when the light turned green I took off headed out of town. My intent was to completely lose them and then make it back in to town, get on base, and call it a nite for the both of us. By the time I hit the edge of the city limits I had already hit 120 and could barely see the headlights of the mazda way back there, but still trying to follow me so I pulled in to this tiny little trailer park, shut the bike down, and waited. After a minute the mazda came speeding by, followed closely by 3 of the city cops with lights and sirens blaring. I remember sitting there thinking that since it was a thursday nite that all 3 of the cops out on patrol were in on the chase so I should be safe in riding back in to town. Just as I pulled up to the road, police officer #4 came speeding by. Once he passed me his brake lights came on and I could see he was making an effort to get turned around to come after me. Obviously there were looking for me also so I high tailed it back in to town to try to get on the base before they could get me back in sight and stop me. Well, I didn't make it. Once I got back in to the city proper I maintained the speed limit, took some different side streets, and in general was trying to get as far away from that immediate area as possible when I ran in to police officer number 5. I pulled over, handed the officer my license and he had me sit in his car while he talked to my passenger. Then he came to me and started asking me what was happening. I didn't lie about it, told him all about being harrassed and chased by the guys in the mazda and how I didn't want anything to happen to my passenger. He wrote up my tickets and let me go on my way.
I got all the tickets dismissed in court because the officer never read me any of my miranda rights before asking me any questions. I was never so happy in my life because I would have faced serious military consequences had I been convicted of the 120 in a 55.
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