Last night I saw 2 Ford trucks and a Bronco trying to get unstuck behind my house. This morning I woke up, looked out the window and saw what I thought was my friends Bronco. I thought I would drive by the stuck vehicles on my way to work to see if it was his and offer some help after work. I drove out to the vehicles and I noticed a Subaru station wagon about 100 yds away. Behind some trees was a police officer. I didn't dare go his way because the Bronco was buried past the bottom of the doors on one side. I decided to turn around an exit another way. Upon exiting the field there were officers there in their patrol cars. I new they were there for me so I immediately pulled over. One officer came to the door and another two stood at the rear of the truck with their hands on their weapons. I didn't want to be a shooting victim so I moved real slow and went through the whole license/registration procedure. The next thing I know is that there are police cars everywhere. 10 total. Holy crap Batman. I thought I was toast. Luckily the let me go after half an hour of checking my license. I was only two doors from home and explained what I was doing. I guess a bunch of stolen cars have been found lately. I've seen two left in the field in the last two weeks. The suspect vehicle is listed as a grey chevy. Mine is primer grey. I'm glad the police came and I hope they catch the guys, but 10 patrol cars? Thinking about it I probably look like some big gun toating hick sitting in my beat up primer gray Chevy. Sitting there the thought crossed my mind of how far I could run before they would catch me, just like the stupid idiots on Cops. My answer was about a quartermile. 0-60 in 15 seconds doesn't get you anyware. Kids, don't run from the police. Just thought I would share and interesting experience. Time to get the truck painted!