I am driving down Summit Ave., coming to the light at Summit and First. The light is red, so I stop. In the distance, in the bowels of Water St. just ahead of me, I hear people on the sidewalk yelling about something. I ignore them and wait for the light to turn green. I hear a police siren start to go off, in the initial "bleep bleep bleep" staccato kind of way that usually means "don't make me chase you." I see a small grey coupe, headlights off, race out of the corner of Water St., in the opposite lane, and it drives straight through the light, accelerating as it goes. It looks like one of those older coupe kind of cars; like a Plymouth Eagle or something. If there's no such thing as a Plymouth Eagle, well, that's what this coupe reminded me of. As it passes me, I smell the distinct scent of burnt rubber. A cop SUV barrels past me in an angry explosion of red and blue light and piercing siren sound. Whoever the guy in the grey car is, I hope he gets his ass kicked. I even say to myself, after the initial OMG: "I hope he gets his ass kicked." I see the light turn green and I linger for a second, hoping there isn't another speeding car coming down the opposite lane. As I turn onto First Ave., on my way home from work, I pray that the guy in the grey coupe is stopped before he hurts or kills someone, and that he will get his ass kicked in the process. I end my prayer with "Lord, please protect this city."
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