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Yes, I’ve done many. I have many stories (and a few pictures) if you’re good with me sharing a them.What’s it like? Well, it all depends on the jurisdiction you’re in and what time you’re out riding. The optimal times, as most would agree, is a shift between the hours of 1800 to 0600 if you want to see the ‘fun’ part of policing, but don’t pass up an opportunity to ride with dayshift. Things do happen on dayshift.I remember all of my ride along dates, they were that memorable.March 24–25, 2012.November 29, 2013 (In a helicopter)July 12, 2014November 29, 2014August 23, 2015March 24, 25 2012 was a rather eventful ride along. I had done this ride along with the Riverside County Sheriff’s Department as part of my growing interest in the profession and as part of my Senior project for high school. I took copious notes that night, asking questions, etc.As my notes reflect, on March 24, 2012 at 7:42 PM, we responded to a domestic violence situation with possible firearm involved. The R/P (or, reporting party) had called 911 and claimed her husband was beating her and shoved a shotgun barrel in her face and was going to kill her.The deputy I was riding relayed this information to me very matter of factly. No expression of concern. Just that this is what we were going to, and if things pop off, get out of the car and run away.Wow.We pulled up to the residence after about a 10 minute drive, and there is the woman who called, standing in her driveway. As soon as we pull up, she’s yelling profanities about how it ‘took them long enough to get there’. Remember, we got the call at 7:42 and it was about 7:54 at that point. Not very long.Another deputy pulled up in his Crown Vic (yeah, this was a long time ago!) and got out of his cop car like most cops do. You know, adjusting his duty belt, giving a quick shoulder shrug, and slowly, but surely walking over to the RP, with a cautious hand resting on his Glock.“What happened now, *whatever her name was*?Ah. They’ve been here before.I remained in the car and didn’t hear the rest of the conversation, because the Deputy I was with shut the door. All I could see were the two deputies listening to her rant and rave. Then, the husband came out and was flustered to see she had called again.The woman put her finger in the deputy’s face and he wasn’t putting up with it. He grabbed her by the arm and escorted her back to the car. She was yelling and screaming, calling him all kinds of names and he just kept pulling her along.The deputy leaned her up against the back door and cuffed her, then opened the door and sat her down in the backseat. She continued to rant, and threatened a lawsuit. He shut the door and then opened the driver door to pop in and check his MDC. Very matter of factly, he said ‘Oh, you can get out of the car if you want!” “You sure?” I asked him. “Yeah, everything’s good.”“Roll this fucking window down, it’s hot back here!” she yelled through the partition's cage.“I’ll roll the window down for you when you calm down. How about that?”She went ballistic again, trying to get a good kick on the partition, but the lack of leg room wouldn’t let her. I stepped out of the car because I didn’t want to hear her anymore.The other deputy was getting the husband’s side of the story, and all of their daughter’s were outside, too, giving reports in their father’s defense. He hadn’t done anything, and though he did have firearms they were locked in a safe in the attic, plus there was no evidence to support he had been hitting her, or abusing her, or doing anything she claimed to the 911 operator.We all went inside the house to check to make sure the guns were secured, and they were. The father felt embarrassed about the whole ordeal. They were in a very rocky marriage, and still hadn’t begun the divorce process.The deputies told them they had responded to the residence many times before, as dispatch records indicated, something the husband was well aware of. Long story short, it ended with, “Get a divorce, and your wife needs to stop playing games with police resources.” to the husband. He nodded in agreement, and the two agreed to part ways for the night.She was taken out of the back of the car, now calm, and the handcuffs were taken off. And we thought all was over.As the deputy was entering the call’s dispo into the MDC (Closing the call out. Basically, leaving a record of how the call was handled.) back came the woman, knocking on the window. The deputy panned over and slightly rolled the window down, annoyed he asked “Anything else I can do for you?”“I’m gonna sue your fucking ass, you piece of shit! Your handcuffs left marks on my wrists, I already documented them on my phone, so there’s evidence for my lawyer when I sue your piece of shit ass. Gimme your business card, right now!”He pulled a business card out of his front pocket and wrote his basic info down. Then, he wedged it between his middle and index finger. She tried to rip it out of his hands, but he had a tight squeeze on the card so she couldn’t.“You’re gonna take the card nicely. Do not swipe it from me. Do not.”So, then she gently took it. And the smack talk continued shortly after. He rolled the window up on her mid-rant and continued to work on his MDC.This man was an absolute genius, and master passive aggressivist.He put the car in drive, and we rolled down the road to get away from her. As he closed out the call, he said, “459 at Food 4 Less, suspect detained with L/P. Let’s go!” and we were onto the next, chasing calls all night until 3:00 AM when he dropped me off at the station to go home.Another beauty was July 12, 2014. I don’t recall the exact time, I wasn’t taking notes this one. I seem to think it was shortly after 1:00 PM, though.I was riding with the San Bernardino County Sheriff’s Department, since I was a citizen volunteer I did the rest of my ride-alongs with them, and I can’t recall exactly how the call was put out, but essentially 40 King, our eye in the sky, spotted a marijuana grow operation (marijuana was not yet legal in CA in 2014) that demonstrated cultivation, which means it’s likely an organized crime operation. Possibly cartel, but I don’t know if that was ever confirmed.Anyways, we caught this guy with his pants completely down. The deputy I was riding with (and who I’m still good friends with today) pulled up in that man’s driveway, told me to hang tight, and jumped out, as other deputies followed in right after. Some entered the house while others hopped the side gate. Guns were drawn. About five minutes passed, and they brought the man out in cuffs.They documented the whole grow operation, and then pushed it up to the DEA. Something about the grow operation was above the department’s paygrade, and I don’t know why, or what it was. The man was taken to jail, and supposedly the DEA came in later that day to see the place.Another good story, and one that has stuck with me even to this day, occurred at 10:30 AM on November 29, 2014. It was a mundane Saturday, and the shift had started at 7:00 AM, and the call stack was empty for the first few hours. The deputy I was with did some pedchecks (pedestrian checks) where they’ll pull up to a person and ask them how they’re doing, if they have any ID, etc. If they refused to give ID, the deputy would say ‘okay’ and carry on with patrol. The stops were consensual. Nobody was detained. No reason to believe the person committed a crime. Just a way to get someone’s ID, if they gave it, to check for warrants.Then, about 9:30 AM there was a call that a person was in a ravine, possibly passed out. So, we headed over to this ravine and didn’t see anyone after looking around a good 30 minutes, then a shots fired call came out on the other side of our patrol beat. So we got there about 10 minutes later and it would turn out to be unfounded. Then, another shots fired call came out. I remember joking with the deputy it was another ‘concerned citizen call’ because this one was.She looked at the MDC and said, ‘maybe… this one sounds serious, though. Let’s check it out.’We booked it to the extreme north end of the beat, into a mountainous area, and stopped about a house down from the scene.I got out, figuring it would be fine, and followed her to the house. Other deputies were already at there. They had their pistols out and were knocking on the door. Another deputy was circling around the house, trying to see into the windows of the place.“Do you see her?”“Nah, man. I don’t.”“I saw her grab a rifle, dude! Be careful! I don’t know where she’s at.”‘What is going on?’ I thought.There was a large window that let you see into the home’s living room.The deputy pounded on the door and said “Drop your rifle and come out of the house, NOW”The way he said ‘NOW’ was bone chilling. I was watching this unfold behind a shed in the driveway and unsure if I should step back, or stay right where I was. The standoff lasted so long that they considered calling in SWAT. 40 King was orbiting right above our heads. I remember gazing up at the EuroCopter AS350 “A-Star” and seeing the co-pilot looking down at us. I could see his green jacket, and white helmet, even his helmet’s mic, and it looked like he was looking right at me.I’m telling you, once you hear the sound of an A-Stars rotors orbiting above you in a police situation, it’s a sound you don’t forget. If you want to know what a hot call sounds like, it sounds like that.A deputy caught her moving down the hallway, and called it out. That returned my attention to the situation on the ground.“She’s coming to the door, man! Be careful!”He was right. She came into view in the living room, and sure enough, had a rifle in her hands. I remember she looked through the window and we locked eyes, and as we did she pointed the rifle right at me. Even though I was far away, the barrel was the size of the sun. I remember I went for an imaginary gun in a holster I wasn’t wearing. It was all instinct, until I remembered I was unarmed. So, I hugged the corner of that shed as tight as I could. By that time, the deputy had kicked the door open, which distracted her. He had his Glock pointed right at her and he shouted, as loud as he could, for her to ‘drop the fucking rifle’. I fully expected for her to be shot.She hesitated, but then dropped it and put her hands up. The deputies swarmed in and took her down. It was at that time our watch commander pulled up. I turned around and saw him walking up to the house, nonchalantly.He saw I was a little shaken. “You okay, young man?”I lied, “I’m fine, Sarge. Just staying safe back here.” I had a huge turd in my pants, who am I kidding.He didn’t respond, he just gave a nod and continued over to the house.Well, long story short…The woman was high on meth, and had gotten into a property dispute with her neighbor. She decided, in her meth induced state, that shooting at her neighbor with a 22 caliber rifle would solve it. The neighbor rightfully called the police. She barricaded in her house, because she didn’t want to blah blah blah, whatever he meth laced incoherent excuse was. The cherry on top of it all was, “I didn’t know it was illegal to shoot at people.”I shit you not, Sarge’s facial expression was exactly this:Obviously, that excuse didn’t spare her from the pokey.Once my heart rate slowed, and I had a change of underwear, we hopped back into the patrol car and continued on with the day…I promised you some photos… Here they are.Hope you enjoyed my response. Give it an upvote if you did!