Yeah, you gotta know the roads, and the backyards. Back in my Vette days I knew several neighborhoods that I could kill my engine and lights and coast thru someones backyard and emerge on a different street. I usually picked dead ends for that maneuver. I would lure the cop up the dead end, kill my lights and engine, and coast thru the yards until I got to the adjacent or parallel street...I would then coast down that street a ways, restart my engine and get out of there like a bat out of hell!
The cop would always think I pulled into someones garage and spend his time going from house to house!
I got one cop so pissed b/c he wrecked his cruiser trying to catch me. He pulled up to me 3 hours later while I was at a hotel and threatened to arrest me. I told him that I had not been in the car, that my brother was driving the car all day and he had gone into town to a party. He asked where my brother was...I told him he was somewhere in town at a party, I didnt know exactly where. They asked what he looked like. I said he was 6'3", w/ blue eyes and blond hair (that was a lie)...the cop just gazed at me. I told him I was adopted (also a lie). They asked me his name. I said Ben Dover (get it?).
The cop got on his radio and put out an APB on a white male, 6'3" tall, blond hair blue eyes, name is Ben Dover...I almost peed my pants to keep from laughing....that was until when I went out to my Vette later that night I saw where the cop who wrecked his cruiser keyed my Vette!
But hey....it was still worth it!
