1970 Roadrunner - again

It wasn't until about a half mile later when I finally saw the lights of the police cars again. I had put quite a distance between myself and them. The next intersection was coming up fast. Once again I hit the brakes. Although I had tried stopping much sooner I still slid through it way to fast to turn. I began to think that stopping to turn off didn't make much sense. At the rate I was pulling away from them I might as well keep going.

I began to think about what I needed to do once I got home. Do I go home? If I go home do I put the car in the shop? I was sure they knew who I was so would I still be in trouble if they didn't catch me in the act? Ya, I wasn't a genius but I was beginning to see that this was not going to end well. For one thing, my folks were going to kill me.