That exact spot is where turned hard left toward the capitol with a bunch of harley riding bikers chasing my RX-2 through the grass as I sped past leather vendors in 1983.
I finally got away between the capital and the botanic gardens.
Some moron in the back seat had rolled down the window in front of the vietnam veterans memorial and yelled "charlie in the wire" on memorial day.
Had I had 4 doors, he would have been pushed out to deal with them.
I'm sure he's already removed himself from the gene pool by now.