I made up for your lack of pursuit, tugig. I was chased in a foot pursuit, & he thanked me at the end. (BTW, what is it with me & PD this week?)
Despite today being the first day this week I went to irk because of a respiratory infection, & despite it being only 21° out, I decided to go to run club tonight. Since I had to make a stop along the way, I got there as they were heading out, meaning I was (next to) last-man Charlie & therefore, ran alone.
We run along the trail, parallel to the RR trax. About a mile up is a train station, there is a driver on the other side that used the D gear instead of the R gear so his rear wheel is now a foot or two in the air, & while he’s not on the trax, his front end is in the ditch & appears very close to them. While the train might clear him, & it should be going slow as it’s just feet from the station, I can’t keep running by, especially because of yesterday’s Metro-North incident.
I don’t run with a phone, so I detour up the steep hill, heading towards the firehouse that is about 2 blocks away. After I make it up the hill & cross the street, I see a PD car turn the corner & come towards me. Because it’s so cold, I’m wearing an extra layer, a neon yellow jacket with ½" 360° reflective stripes & my usual headlamp (the trail isn’t lit). I move back into the street & start waiving my arms while also moving my head but he’s not really slowing down. :eek: Once he stops & I walk up to the window, I can see I’m blinding him with my headlamp. I say, “car <pant, pant>, tracks <pant, pant>” & am pointing. Between the cold, the hill, & my comprimised respiratory status I just can’t get the words out. Finally, he understands me & pleadingly shouts, “WHERE?” & takes off towards Mr. Lousy Parker.
I head back to the trail & continue my run. On the way back, & loop back over to the other side & since the one cop is out of his car, I apologize for blinding him & explain why I couldn’t talk (while still running). He says it’s not an issue & he himself is a runner but gives it up in the cold. As I head away from him he asks if he can get my info since I was the complaintant. Knowing he’s a runner, I say, “Sure, but I’m not stopping”. (Don’t want to break your pace & stop & get cold) He proceeds to run after me while asking (& writing down) my info. Then he thanked me. 
BTW, Tugig, you did one thing wrong. When I got my license, my BiL gave me this book. Best ‘text’ book I’ve ever read (in that I’m sure it has saved me $).