Years ago I use to race drag bikes. I built a 750cc up for the purpose. Just finished it and decided to head on out to the local street races that night. I get there and pull my bike up on the "other" side of a wall where the racing was going on, to do some bench racing

In a matter of minutes the cops raid the race and everyone jumps in there cars and on their bikes to escape. I do the same, only my bike won't start. I'm really sweating bullets by now and decide to hope on the wall and play spectator. Now the spectators are a group of younger kids from the area that came out from their houses to watch. The cops come up and take some names to start calling parents. I'm 22 years old at this time. Hehe! I tell the cops that my parents aren't home (little do they know i am way to old to be living at home), the cops tells me to leave.
The whole time my bike is sitting behind this wall. Cops driving right by it. Luckly it was dark and my bike was black. So I hang out for a while for them to leave. I get my bike started and start to go home. On the way home I get pulled over by a cop. HE IS THE SAME COP, who questioned me, thinking i'm a kid. He says, "say, we have had some racing going on around here, do you know anything about that" I said "No". He looks at me for moment and says "you look really familiar, do I know you from somewhere"!! I said "No"! He shakes his head as if he had seen a ghost, and just told me to go ahead and leave.
It was too funny!! I felt really lucky that night!