djplayx714
Senior member
couple of weeks ago i was chased on the 110 freeway northbound by a black suburban. when they got up next to me they threw something at my car. i looked and saw angry vatos yelling stuff at me and then one of them pulled out a glock.
suddenly the world froze and in that micro second i ran a million fight or flight scenarios through my mind. suddenly i remembered distantly in my memory of cases of motorists who were shot while driving on the freeways. i decided to gun it and went full speed, a suicidal 140mph, through the twisty and narrow 110 freeway in my own attempt to save my life. they gave chase but my 350hp was too much and instantly i put them and everyone else miles behind me.
i knew the freeway would end into a regular street but i needed to lose them by exiting. it was a dangerous maneuver for me to pull off and exit on one of the few off ramps left. i tortured my brakes by forcing them to slow down my car from 140mph to 35mph in order to not smack into any cars that might be already be at the offramp light. I felt the car lose its grip slightly as i pulled around a corner and skidded into the lane. As the car came to a screeching halt I felt my heart pounding out of my chest and myself short of breathe.
I carefully eyed my rearview mirror and left the car in gear just in case my pursuers recognized me. They came moments later powering down the fast lane at over 100mph and went past me. I felt relieved, scared, and angry at the same time. I tried to wonder to myself why they had tried to kill me. I picked up my phone and called the police but was answered by an automated machine and put on hold. I decided to hang up the phone and head home.
Two days later I was called by my friend Dre and he asked what freeway it was that I was chased on and almost shot at. I told him it was the 110 and he said that just then two people were shot and killed in their cars on the 110 freeway and it was on the news. I went inside my chiropractor's office and watched the tv as they showed images of a blood soaked freeway and Pontiac Grand Am. Later they revealed that a shooting had taken place two weeks earlier to a man driving a Chevy Camaro.
That night I gave a report of what happened to me to the police. The reality had hit me and I was thankful to be alive. I knew if I had been in any other car that I would surely have died if I didnt have the capability to escape. I hope they find the killers and stop them before they take another victim.
suddenly the world froze and in that micro second i ran a million fight or flight scenarios through my mind. suddenly i remembered distantly in my memory of cases of motorists who were shot while driving on the freeways. i decided to gun it and went full speed, a suicidal 140mph, through the twisty and narrow 110 freeway in my own attempt to save my life. they gave chase but my 350hp was too much and instantly i put them and everyone else miles behind me.
i knew the freeway would end into a regular street but i needed to lose them by exiting. it was a dangerous maneuver for me to pull off and exit on one of the few off ramps left. i tortured my brakes by forcing them to slow down my car from 140mph to 35mph in order to not smack into any cars that might be already be at the offramp light. I felt the car lose its grip slightly as i pulled around a corner and skidded into the lane. As the car came to a screeching halt I felt my heart pounding out of my chest and myself short of breathe.
I carefully eyed my rearview mirror and left the car in gear just in case my pursuers recognized me. They came moments later powering down the fast lane at over 100mph and went past me. I felt relieved, scared, and angry at the same time. I tried to wonder to myself why they had tried to kill me. I picked up my phone and called the police but was answered by an automated machine and put on hold. I decided to hang up the phone and head home.
Two days later I was called by my friend Dre and he asked what freeway it was that I was chased on and almost shot at. I told him it was the 110 and he said that just then two people were shot and killed in their cars on the 110 freeway and it was on the news. I went inside my chiropractor's office and watched the tv as they showed images of a blood soaked freeway and Pontiac Grand Am. Later they revealed that a shooting had taken place two weeks earlier to a man driving a Chevy Camaro.
That night I gave a report of what happened to me to the police. The reality had hit me and I was thankful to be alive. I knew if I had been in any other car that I would surely have died if I didnt have the capability to escape. I hope they find the killers and stop them before they take another victim.
