That's an awesome picture. Brings back fond memories (although they weren't too fond back then).
I remember one time when I was about 14 I was riding my minibike on the street and a cop drove past me and I took off and lost him momentarily until he could turn around. I slid the bike into our garage at full throttle and closed the door quick. The cop drove by and didn't see me.
My parents weren't home and I watched him drive around the block a few times and then he was gone (or so I thought). About 5 minutes later the front door bell rang. I peeked out the window and he saw me! It was the cop! He shouted my name and said he knew I was in there so I opened the door and let him in. I wondered how the heck he knew my name?
Here he had gone to my neighbors houses asking them if they saw a kid on a minibike and they all squealed on me! lol