1970 Roadrunner - again

I know I said it before, but I really wasn't acting as I normally would have. As the officer walked back to his car I fired up the Roadrunner and spun it back around facing South towards Seward. Without lighting up the tires, I accelerated as fast as I could up to the speed limit. In my rear view, I could see the officer running as fast as he could to get back in his car.

I know my Roadrunner wasn't the fastest car around, but it was quick. As I watched the patrol car struggle to catch up I thought that he must have been feeling a little panicked himself.

It was about a ten minute drive back to Seward. I don't remember what I was thinking about on the way back. But I wasn't feeling like myself. I was feeling rebellious. As I got closer to the police station I could see that it was now surrounded by a combination of state patrol, sheriff, deputy sheriff, and Seward P.D. cars. They weren't there earlier. The two street side parking stalls were still open, but so was the stall reserved for the car behind me. I took it. (this behavior was just so NOT ME)

After parking on the street, Henry escorted me into the station. It was standing room only. I never counted how many law enforcement guys there were there, but I remember thinking that I didn't know they had that many. They all stared at me as I walked through the door. You'd have thought that I was Dillinger or Bonnie & Clyde. I was ushered back to a small room behind the front entrance.

Everything still had that surrealistic feeling about it. The room had one hard wooden chair and one small hard wood table. I was told to sit down. On the table was a single bulb lamp with a flexible neck on it. The officer clicked it on and directed the light towards my face. It felt like it must have been a heat light bulb. This room was the stereotypical interrogation room I had seen in all the movies. It was real. - And I was in it.