holy shit! i was just heading down terminal ave in the far right lane passing traffic. i was definately going faster than the limit (50-60k?), much faster. i look to my right cause something catchs my eye, it's two cops, one with a radar gun and the other stepping to the curb starting to bring his arm up to flag me down. bamn! i fly past them and i'm saying to myself "i didn't see that". for a split sec i'm thinkin' i'm gonna stop but another split second later i'm two blocks away already, fook 'em. if they want their cash they'll have to come get it! i get to clark st., red light and it's 5 pm rush hour grid lock. dooh! now i'm really shitting my pants cause i figure that they got me for sure. mind's racing, heart pounding, i'm thinkin' bout lane splitting and heading up to and right on clark. checking my mirrors, no lights. ten days later the light goes green and i'm outta there. still no lights. whew!!