I can remember being around 13-14 and riding a dirt bike all over the streets of SW side of Chicago near Marquette park. Everyone had mini-bikes etc. I had a 1983 Suzuki TS185 two stroke! It was super fast. Getting chased by the police was something we did for fun.
So one day I had roughly 6 squads chasing me. I was heading towards the railroad tracks to escape and the police were on the speaker saying “you better not stop, because we're going to run you over!!”
Just then I slide around a “T” shape intersection like fukin Steve McQueen!! And the squad went sliding into a fence!! I escaped.
