Friday Interview: “Worst experience with a cop/security/random hero?” Part II

Friday Interview: "What's your worst experience with a cop/security/random hero?"

We got too many responses for just one article, so here’s part II (aka, the final) of the random hero horror stories. Check responses from Grant Castelluzo, Ryan Howard, Tom Haugen, Troy Merkle, Dan Conway, and Seamus McKeon.

Got your own stories? feel free to share ’em in the comments…

Oh, and check part one right here.

Seamus McKeon — Life Lessons
As a young 13-year-old stunt enthusiast I was elated to partake in my first overnight street mission with my friends Logan, Steve, and Beavis. We tore it up, believe you me. As the dust sprayed from amongst our wax less feeble grinds, a policeman slithered through the business park with his spotlight pointed in our direction. Before I could even toothpick bonk out of my feeble, all my homies already took off. Immediately an instinctual rush washed over me. This officer was not going to ruin my nocturnal street debut. I put my head down and just pedaled. My friends swerved left, more familiar with the area, but the tiger in me said just go straight. By now I'm maxing out my young legs, sprocket smoking in the pitch darkness. Seconds later I realized the mistake I had made.

"Thanks fellas. The officer pulled me out of the pit. A baseball sized lump on my forehead and no recollection of what happened…" 

I awoke in the bottom of a ten-foot deep-water runoff comprised of sharp boulders the size of my head, just a hundred feet in front of the policeman. Still all I remember to this day is the sound of both of my tires deflating. I basically gapped to nosedive straight to my head. My friends said they only heard me let out some sort of howl/cry hybrid and they knew they had to surrender. Thanks fellas. The officer pulled me out of the pit. A baseball sized lump on my forehead and no recollection of what happened, I still just remember the cop saying, "See why you don't run?" Lesson learned. He sent us home; I punished myself enough for all of us. In the end, I wish any aspiring shredder reading this many a great nocturnal session. Let me be an example that running from the law has its fallacies, and while I can't tell you it's a good idea, all I ask is if you plan to escape, plan your route wisely. Boulder pits hurt.

 

Tom Haugen — Kicked Out By An Idol
"One time a security guard who was/is an idol of mine and the friends I was with kicked us out of a parking garage in downtown Minneapolis. We were riding a bank in the garage that was sheltered from the snow, and after a few minutes Dave Freimuth walks up and starts making conversation with us. Dave was already sponsored then, was in magazines and videos (this was the early '90s), and the fact that he was even acknowledging us probably left our mouths draped wide open in his presence.

"We left kind of grumbling about how Dave was supposed to be one of the good guys and let us ride, but in his defense he apologized when kicking us"

Then he told us he worked security at the garage and we had to leave. We left kind of grumbling about how he was supposed to be one of the good guys and let us ride, but in his defense he apologized when kicking us out and obviously later on we realized he was only doing his job and doing it amicably at that."