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Metropolitan milestone.
Seeing a high speed chase happen in real life happened so fast I didn't have time to register more than surprise at finally having seen one. It wasn't a massive 200 car pile-up or a blaring tornado of sirens and horns, just three people in a terrible situation.
It started with yelling at the far end of the street, loud and angry, and the first person we see is someone tearing off down the street and past the corner on a bike, with no helmet in sight. Less than ten seconds later, the second person is the one who was shouting, who keeps shouting as he races after the bike at an absolute Olympic level dead run, wearing a motorcycle grade helmet with the visor flipped up. My dad and I barely had time to realize what must have happened before the third person sped on through, another bike rider shouting along with the second man.
The waitress had seen it before: a food delivery man's bike getting stolen, and them trying to chase down the thief to reclaim their source of income and livelihood. She told us she felt like she should've done something when she saw the bike thief come down the street, like throw a glass bottle of water at him. Maybe she could have. I know I was sitting down inside a dining shed and didn't realize what was happening until it was nearly over, so there's no sense of having maybe been able to intervene, just observe.
A while later, sometime between finishing dinner and paying the check, she walked by and observed the delivery man had gotten his bike back. I didn't see him go by, possibly because we were on a one-way street and I was facing the wrong way, and I'm electing to believe her.
It started with yelling at the far end of the street, loud and angry, and the first person we see is someone tearing off down the street and past the corner on a bike, with no helmet in sight. Less than ten seconds later, the second person is the one who was shouting, who keeps shouting as he races after the bike at an absolute Olympic level dead run, wearing a motorcycle grade helmet with the visor flipped up. My dad and I barely had time to realize what must have happened before the third person sped on through, another bike rider shouting along with the second man.
The waitress had seen it before: a food delivery man's bike getting stolen, and them trying to chase down the thief to reclaim their source of income and livelihood. She told us she felt like she should've done something when she saw the bike thief come down the street, like throw a glass bottle of water at him. Maybe she could have. I know I was sitting down inside a dining shed and didn't realize what was happening until it was nearly over, so there's no sense of having maybe been able to intervene, just observe.
A while later, sometime between finishing dinner and paying the check, she walked by and observed the delivery man had gotten his bike back. I didn't see him go by, possibly because we were on a one-way street and I was facing the wrong way, and I'm electing to believe her.