Fugitive From 1995 Arrested Because of Bike Reflector: Cops

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Publicado 2024-07-29
Police thought this stop with a bicyclist was going to be about a missing reflector, but then they started getting suspicious. Police in West Des Moines, Iowa, say when they ran the name given to them by the suspect, it came back for a deceased person. After questioning the bicyclist for about a half hour, reports say he finally gave up his real name: George Hartleroad, who has been wanted out of Wisconsin for nearly 30 years. Inside Edition Digital’s Mara Montalbano has more.

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  • @cadebecker2486
    The fact he's been wanted for over 30 years and hasn't been found until now is crazy.
  • @FDR-ww6xz
    He must have kept a low profile for a very long time.
  • @Bnguyen276
    I’ve never seen anyone get pulled over for a bike reflector. He must have been a nuisance in that area.
  • @AFloridaSon
    I'm surprised the cop spent a 1/2 hour on him over a broken reflector. But, his instincts paid off.
  • @liddlekiddle1962
    A reminder to maintain our bike reflectors and keep them in view.
  • @goatmode7317
    So you aren’t gonna show us them talking and what they said…
  • @adrienferrand7171
    Looks like he couldn't reflect on his past and pedal away from justice forever! 🚴‍♂️🔦
  • @JakeSDN
    So let me get this straight, enforcing laws leads to societal benefits?
  • @perryton
    Finally caught after so many years
  • @HowToChangeName
    30 years of missing is astounding, he must have abandoned so much from society to survive this long as nobody
  • @TR10S-star
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  • @johnpenley
    Definitely was profiled by that cop....Bike reflectors arent exactly a top police priority.🙄