I forgot to blog about my first high speed car chase. Don't misunderstand, I wasn't a participant.
I went to a book signing in Denver with J, my best friend, and her husband. On the way back, we saw an HP with a car pulled over. We drove by and didn't think much of it. A few minutes later, we see the lights going off. Well, being the good citizens we are, we started to pull over a little (J's husband was driving). The problem is that the lights are moving up really, really fast. It doesn't take much to realize that the cop doesn't care about us, and that it may be safer to just stay where we are. The cop tears by us . . . just after someone in some kind of sporty car I didn't get a great look at. The car takes an exit (weaving its way through a couple other cars), and I don't know what happened after that.
The cars were probably going at least 90 MPH, maybe more. I'm sure when I move to a larger city, such things will be an all-too-frequent occurrence, but for now it is notable.
If you had been eating pizza and playing an arcade game and not driving, it would have been just like Chunk's car chase he witnessed in Goonies!