For Swayze here is one where we got away:
My parents got divorced, my dad remarried, and I moved in with stepmom and 2 stepbrothers freshman year. I did get a dirt bike out of the divorce, because my stepbrothers had them, and there is nothing like being a teenager with a dirt bike in my opinion.
At any rate as you can imagine my stepbrothers, who were cool (I mean, they fuckin had dirt bikes), were skeptical of my dad, whos was a bit of a hard ass, and there was some tension.
But that ended one Sunday when we had all been out riding and were back at the house eating lunch, bikes in the back yard, dad watching football, and the cops knock on the door. We are all just barely out of line-of-sight to the front door eating our PB&J's at the kitchen table, but we can hear the cop say, "Sorry to bother you sir, but we've been having complaints about some kids on dirt bikes in the neighborhood and..."
"I don't have any kids" my dad said and shut the door.