In case you're wondering, after going for ice cream, valentines card, and waffle cones at Wal-Mart and then Popeye's Chicken to get some dinner, I was arrested for the first time in my life about 3/16 of a mile past a patrol officer who had just pulled someone over on the shoulder of Highway 90 just prior to my exit to me street address. He exited his patrol car, walked in the right lane of 2 past the vehicle he pulled over and then went around the front of the vehicle to the passenger side.
I thought his location and action was unsafe and honked my horn. He apparently didn't like that and chased me down the street I live on to arrest me for fleeing the police. When the patrol car with flashing lights (no siren or loud speaker was used) came up behind me on my narrow street with ditches on both sides, I assumed he was headed to an emergency call. But once he past me at the first stop sign, he cut in front of me to stop my trip home which was about another 1/4 mile. I had still believed he was headed to another call.
Then the shit hit the fan. It felt like I had committed a major crime like shooting a dozen people in Wal-Mart or I was profiled as some terrorist in a 1999 Dodge pickup truck. I am going with a profiling situation since no crimes had just happened. A total of 5 patrol cars showing up blocking any traffic. The arresting officer was pretty rough with me after being told to exit my truck. I noted at least 3 officers with handguns pointed at my chest with some being equipped with laser pointers. Pretty darn scary. The arresting officer hurt my right shoulder during the arrest and I told him he was hurting my shoulder. He never eased off. The handcuffs were so tight that circulation in my hands was cut off and I was dieing to get them off.
I've learned going forward that if I see a patrol car, I'm changing my travel path to avoid these guys if at all possible. They seem to be wound tight. If they had stop a less calm individual, I'm afraid they would be shot due to over reaction.