Darky said:
Wow Jim, for a crazy guy, you're pretty smart!

I was thinking ok so if he calls ahead to the next cop what's he to do? Walk towards him and tell him to stop and then what? Radio the next guy and just hope this biker listens? No, you radio ahead and the next guy will likely knock him off the bike. Eiher way, if it looks at all like a cop is trying to get your attention in some way, you stop and see what's going on.
Saw a dirt biker running from the police down my in laws street. It dead ends at a mountain with a trail leading to the desert. If I had figured out what was happening sooner, I might've decided to go somewhere in my Jeep, slow the biker down before he got there. In my opinion you run from or evade the police, you're automatically guilty. Maybe not of whatever you're accused of but you are guilty of evading arrest, risking other's lives and safety and wasting the cop's time. If these guys all ran a red on their bikes, getting tackled by a cop should be the least of their worries, I'd be more concerned with getting tackled by a 12" lifted Super Duty on 44s...
Thanks, I try
I'm going to shed some light on something for a few of you... this is a pretty tough thing for me to talk about, and to post, but you need to hear it.
This article, is about one my best friends. He was probably the coolest cat that's ever been in my life. Mike Willis was one of the BEST friends a person could ask for. Energetic, spunky, this kid was just off the wall, and you couldn't dislike him. Just over a year ago, Mike was taken from us, from a police officer...
Mike had a habit of riding his Banshee on the streets, we all told him he was an idiot for doing it, and he was going to get caught. He challenged us and the fact that the police could even CATCH him if he ran. We tried and tried to tell him, but at the time had no idea it would be a life or death situation.
My best friend was PUNTED 100 yards past the intersection he was hit. I got a phone call at 1:00 am that my friend had just died, and was laying in the middle of the road. I was in shock, and instantly turned white as a ghost, my other friends knew something was up when I broke down into tears. I couldn't believe what was happening, and then I heard it was a cop that hit him to top it all off. I got from South Orange County to my city in about 30 minutes, about a 60+ mile drive, with my buddy at the wheel of his Camaro.
http://www.pe.com/localnews/inland/stories/PE_News_Local_H_crash23.3f1df28.html
That's the article, you need to read it to understand the impact it had on me.
Here's the picture I took of the RSO K9 SUV.
My friend mike:
Guess what... I knew the cop. Wow was that hard. I didn't know what to feel. A Deputy I knew of the Riverside County Sheriff's department killed one of my best friends.
A lot of my friends who knew mike, have a deep deep hatred for law enforcement now... simply because of one thing, one thing that could have quite possibly been a mistake.
Now, want to know what really happened?
Mike was a full town over on his bike, probably 10 miles away from home. Went to a buddy's house, and decided to have a few drinks, and smoke a little bud. Whatever, that was his deal. Rob, and my OTHER friend who was there, let him leave... on a bike, on the street, high and buzzed. (Wow, wonder why they hate the cops? Kinda easy to pass off a little bit of that guilt now isn't it. Do any of you possibly do that?) A Beaumont police officer tried to stop Mike, who was riding illegally on the street. Mike decided to make a run for the dirt, and get home. Mind you, this was the first time Mike had ever run from the cops, while I had done so NUMEROUS times in my car.
Beaumont PD was the ONLY agency involved. RSO was not. I still don't know 100% what happened, but I do know what's been told to me, by an upstanding Deputy who I respect. The Deputy was on his way back to Hemet station, heard Beaumont on the scanner, and happened to be going the same way as the pursuit, cross ways. The Deputy was traveling down the 79, and the pursuit was to be crossing the 79 at 1st street. The Deputy accelerated, to try and assist another agency with a road block at 1st street. Bam, Mike didn't come down 1st. He came down California, one street sooner, through a red, in a blind intersection. He met the front end of a Tahoe that was doing 80+.
I know that was the hardest thing that has ever happened to that deputy, and I respect him for continuing his career in law enforcement, and hope some day he can save my ass. Nobody asked him how he felt, or what was going through his mind, how depressed or heart broken he may be for taking the life of a 20 year old who realistically did nothing majorly wrong in his life. But at the time, who knows why he was running? Could it have been that he had shot someone? Could it have been that he had raped your daughter? Could it have been that he stole the bike? An officer doesn't always know these things, and has to think on his feet just like anybody else, and then some. Unfortunately a wrong decision for an officer can sometimes carry a heavier penatly than if you bought the wrong cartridge for your inkjet.
Let's give them a little slack huh guys?