1983 - 15 years old on a YZ 125. driving with a buddie on a public dirt road between 2 sandpits. A cop saw us and we took off. The cop radio'd in a Supercop (what we called Police officers that drove Dual purpose dirtbikes) He was chasing us for 10 minutes through in a sand pit till he called in another supercop, so we took off into the woods and lost em. We then did the single track for about an hour more and went home. There was a corner store close to where we lived and we went there for some junk food and soda and as we were chewing the fat in the front of the store, the cop pulls up and we had an "oh sh!t" look drawn across our faces. I've never seen a bigger smile on an officer's face. He was cool about it though and he gave us a tongue lashing about all the laws we broke. Turns out when he saw us driving on the public road, he just wanted to tell us just drive on the trail that was beside the road.
