I was leaving a club one night in my red Sterling with tinted windows and noticed a sheriff's car following me. (You know, they get right on your ass, stay there when yo uswitch lanes, slow down when you do, and suddenly slow waaaay down in preperation of pulling you over?) I had almost decided after a block of being followed to just pull over; too late.
From in front of my car slides another sheriff's car, followed by another, blocking me. I was headed south-bound, so picture a pair of Crown Vics pointing west-bound, now. The car behind me stopped far enough back that I could see the whole thing, including the flashing lights, which he now turned on. Behind him threre was a commotion of people running.
Now the fun starts... As I'm sitting in the car with my friends, all of us asking "WTF?? What'd you do, Jan??" I see another car come north-bound in the south-bound street and a door fly open; next thing I see is the barrel of an MP-5 leveled at me. A voice slowly says, "Nice and slow, place both hands on the whell... now cross your left hand over the right and remove the keys from your ignition..." and so on. All this while being in the "spotlight" of the ghetto bird (police chopper).
Found out later--after the missunderstanding had been cleared up and the uglier half of the Palm Beach County Sheriff's Dept. had stopped jamming machine guns in my face--that I had supposedly been seen leaving the scene of an accident... But they were actually looking for a red CADILLAC, about as far removed from my Sterling as a truck is from the Bismarck...
I feel for these kids, whatever they did. Sure they won't do it again, though.
