Reading your story had me thinking about how ridiculous that was, then I remembered evading them one night on a chopper.
I honestly can't remember what I was doing wrong, probably the ever readies had run dry on my lights or something but I remember the van hitting the blue lights and pointing at me, which was enough for me to scarper across a green then disappearing up the back road of a school. I could just make out the top of the van cruising by, its lights by this time switched off but sticking above the wall like a sharks fin.
They obviously recognised me as they came to my house the next day to give me a warning. I still remember how conflicted my old man was, as he was mad at 14 I was bringing cops to the house, but immediately sent me back out on my bike as he wasn't letting anyone spoil my fun. It was only a small town and the next time I saw the cops that day was when they appeared suddenly from a junction as I was pulling a wheelie.
I think they gave up at that point.