I fought the Law..

HAHA I had the same thing happen. I washed the bike and went around the block to fling the water off the chain. Came to the stop sign and there he was. I shut the bike off, he walks up and with a chuckle says "Dude, what the hell are you doing?" We talked for a sec and turns out he rides a KTM300. We shot the shit for a while and he told me that dirtbike+no helmet+street= bad news but he let me off with a warning.

None of my bikes are legal, so when I "test" on the street, I wear a full face street helmet, with a smoke shield. I don't even know if our state has a helmet law.

I also tie my pony tail up, cause our town is small enough the cops and deputies would recognize my hair!

I just normally outrun them.

So my buddy did come by and f**k with you haha.. I told him if he ever see's you on your bike to scare you..lol

2007. I have 2 kids 15 and 7 at that time. 15yr old was PITA as far as pit bikes. We had 2 110's. He would always take them out and our neighbor would call the cops. Neighbor would call the cops for anything. Anyway cops would just say put them up. I would wash my son's Cobra 50, after a wash I would start it up let it run to dry it off. Cops would come on a call of " Someone is riding a dirt bike" I would explain the situation.

A Friday my PITA son rides the 110 in the back yard( we are at work) and ruts it all up. I was pissed !!! The next day we go buy another 110 so that the 2 kids and I have one. We get home about 7 and of course since its new everyone wants to ride it. They do. Mainly up and down the street nothing big. Its starting to get dark out. Neighbor calls the cops. 3 of them come over as if we robbed a bank and they are PISSED with these calls.

They start off being a dick saying they are impounding them and all that. I said "Officer BS we were riding on our property like you instructed us to. You said we can ride on our property until 10:00PM" He says oh yea were did you ride them, I said in the back yard. He's looking at me like i am full of shit.(most houses have pools). By this time its kinda dark. He asks to see the backyard thinking there was a pool back there. They all go back there with their flash lights and basically light up the back yard. I said see you can see how they have been riding back here ( fresh ruts, grass all chewed up).
They storm out of there with "Sorry to bother you" and head over to neighbors house. They have the neighbor a warning of quit calling for this BS and stuff.

Cops havent been here for that "reason" since

No he calls for my younger one shooting a airsoft gun.

I thought this was going to be another J-law thread.

When I was younger. Yes many many times. One of the milder ones was testing out the new nitrous system on the drag bike. I had just made a couple of quick passes up and down the street and was back in the garage when the state trooper pulls in lights flashing and siren screaming. Bike was still running so I pretend to not notice him and give it a few revs ( or whops) look out the corner of my eye and see he is really pissed! I nod say "hey" as I shut off the bike. "What's up?" I ask. "You know whats up!" what the helll was that all about he continues. O yeah that, as I point to the bike. just put on the nitrous should be down in the 9s this weekend. His whole attitude changed, walked in the garage checked out the bike asked about the funny looking chrome magneto hanging off the side and then wished me luck. I think i was around 17 or so.

At my old neighboorhood, I did something similar and rode my bike across the street to the other neighborhood and was slowly going around it. Some dude that lives there blocks me, grabs my handlebars and forces my bike to the ground. He was screaming at me and I was like dude chill out. I was trying to hold my bike up because it was brand new so it wouldn't get hurt. Looking back I should of clocked his ass.

I never had trouble with the law (not for riding my bike anyways...), but I remember as a kid riding my CR80 to the local canyons (Rancho Penesquitos, CA) to get in some afternoon riding after school.

To get there I would have to ride my bike down through my neighborhood and then croos the main road. At that point I would jump off my bike and push it past the front door of the local police station. (There was just no other route available unless I wanted to go a mile or 2 out of my way.) The police had to have seen me, and had to have known what's up. Here I am in my full riding gear pushing my motorcycle right past the police station. Never asked me what's up, not once.

After I made it past the police station I would meet at my friends house, and from there we would ride through a maze of neighborhood streets until we got to the entrance to the canyons.

Cops never got called on me, but our snooty neighbor called my mom at work one time to complain about me riding my motorcycle up and down the street. Mom promptly chewed the neighbor out for bothering her at work for something so stupid, and then came home and yelled at me for riding my bike when I was on restriction!

Ah, good times!