So, the chase was on.
We tore down Pennsylvania Avenue in hot pursuit of 804-JAN.
It stands to note that if my adrenaline hadn't been going a million miles a minute several questions would have probably crossed my mind...
*Why were we chasing someone we didn't know?
*Why was he running from us?
*What would happen if we caused an accident?
*What would happen if we caught 804-JAN?
Nope didn't care. Since I'm writing this in 2011 and Charlie Sheen is foremost on everyone's minds. WINNING! That was the only thought I truly had. Nusbaum as my wingman didn't seem to mind as he worked to keep the faster vehicle perpetually in our sites.
I pretty much threw all the rules of legal driving out the window. I zipped across the double-yellow to pass a semi (narrowly dodging an oncoming car). I ran a light, and then a STOP sign...or three. I made hairpin turns at top speed sending some of the loudest SCREECHES you could imagine through the neighborhoods.
We had 804-JAN in our sites and we were right on top of him. Then he pulled his own special manuver and made a surprise left turn...I overshot him. I then made the next left and continued my 65+ mph speed through a 25mph community. Luckily it was late so the kids, and most adults, were in bed.
We raced at top speed through the area of 15th and 17th streets. Afew times we could actually see the 'stang between houses on the next street over. He was slowing down since he foolishly thought he had lost us.
The Beast shot ahead and I cut over, "intercepting" our quarry! 804-JAN was shocked to say the least. He made a fast turn and did a 180 racing back towards Pennsylvania Avenue. My energy once more got the better of me and I had to pull into a driveway to turn around...killing our momentum. But, I made up for it with "pedal to the metal" time (I'm sure the tire marks are still burned into that concrete).
Once more 804-JAN was in our site, but another fast turn and he got the better of us. We were somewhere between Electric Avenue and Biddle. There was a series of warehouses and storage areas, and in one moment the White Mustang was visible...and in the next he had vanished (just like Keyser Soze).
The trick was doubly amazing since we ended up at a deadend...staring at a brick wall. I stopped the car and we got out and looked around. Listening. NOTHING.
"Now how did he do that?" I asked.
"No clue," Nusbaum replied. This was doubly shocking since Nusbaum rarely was left without an answer to a pondering situation.
"What do we do now?"
"Let's go back to his apartment and look for him."
Like Batman and Robin we jumped back into the car, set the "Turbines to Speed" and returned to where the chase began...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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