i was doing a 1.5 mile time trial the other day at the johns hopkins track.
there was a high school lacrosse warming up for a game - going through their stretches. they had the scoreboard on - showing 45 minutes to game time.
on lap 2, some student security person told me the track was close - i proceeded to run. the next lap she told me to get off the track - still hammering away - i told her that i needed less than 5 minutes - that the game didn't start for another 45 f-ing minutes.
the next time i came around, she told me she was going to call the police - i said go ahead, i was rolling.
i finished up my time trial (7:45 for those who care), and as i'm walking back to my stuff, i see a cop talking to the security girl. i notice he's on the other side of the track - and that my bike is halfway between us. i walk over to my bike, hop on, and the cop yells after me
"hey, i want to talk to you...."
i take off pedalling - he yells at me that i was trespassing and that he's radioing for help.
i lose the cops on the streets of baltimore with the guys in the ghetto calling me "lance armstrong" as i hammer away.
one of the best days of my life.