In CA, the CHP doesn't do his speed chases unless the chasee is deliberately trying to hit other cars/ people. They back off and let the chopper take over.

Only way to evade the fuzz is to pull into a really busy mall, ditch the car and get lost in the crowd.

When I was in highschool, me and a buddy went to TJ. Needless to say, we got stopped cause he was pissing in the streets. They were going to tax us or take us in. So my buddy leans over and says, "When I swing... run."

Next thing I know he's dropped two cops with two UFC style haymakers and we're haulin ass back to the us border. We seriously ran through the ghetto and in and out of people's backyards and shit. Scariest/ most awesome experience evar.