October 1980 around midnight. Not Seaside Heights, but down the NJ shore. It was off season so the streets were pretty deserted. John was speeding down the main blvd. Like 70. Blew by a cop. I was passenger. We were experts at spotting cops and by the time he pulled out, and got up to speed, we were blocks away. John killed his lights, pulled off some side streets and hammered up a one way street ( deserted vacation homes and empty driveways ) The trick was we were now heading north, a few blocks parallel to the blvd, in the exact opposite of the direction we were initially headed. John pulled into a driveway and shut down.
Plan was that we had enough distance between us and 5.0 .. So we'll kill 15 minutes here and then be on our way. So I have the window down smoking a cigarette.
Barely 5 minutes went by., I heard a click and I had a gun to my temple. " Don't move. Don't move a muscle. "
You got it Sarge.
Well for a single cop alone, securing, patting down, and getting confident with the situation, he did real well. He never called for backup. Pretty bad ass cop.
We ( sorta? ) convinced him we never saw him, were simply lost, and decided to stop and rest. He said he'd let the evading and one way summons go. If John promised not to dispute the speeding ticket.
I doubt John paid it. He would be doing time in Rahway about 8 months later.
That's the time I almost got shot in the head though.