"I can't drive.......155......"

Minimart was the wrong car. They went under an overpass and when they came out the photog in the chopper was following the wrong car. The chopper knew it was the wrong one when he saw the back end, because the chase car was missing a taillight.

He ran toward the warehouse, and I'm guessing he had arranged for friends to wait there to be a decoy. They drove out of the parking lot, someone got out of the car and laid down in the middle of the road, and the car took off. Dude drove like he was being chased, passed cars on the right... and then gave up, and it's not the suspect.

I suspect the guy was walking away while police chased the decoy car.

 

Thanks for that.

I thought that was what happened, but it took a minute to figure out.

 

We were watching KTLA, channel 5, with just a copter voice.

Apparently, KABC 7 got it wrong as well

https://jalopnik.com/high-speed-chases-are-hard-1826208322

 

The purple-haired girl, as it turns out, actually was in the first car that was being chased. The second car picked her up, and then she apparently decided she was done with the whole thing.

Inland Empire chase: 3 in custody, baby found in 2nd car

 

They needed celery and a can of fake snow ... a can of bean dip and some Diet Rite ... a box of tampons and some Marlboro Lights.

 

Merry Christmas.

 

That's bullshit. You can't get celery at a minimart. ... You can get fresh crabs, though.

 

What? From the bathroom glory hole?

 

No idea here. What is a "glory hole"?

 

Oh, no.

 

Ask Jerry Jones.

 

You see, Slacker, when a woman, or a man...Usually a man. (OK, almost always a man in real life. But let us maintain the fantasy.) When a woman doesn't want to go to the effort of getting some 'strange' at a hotel bar, but wants to suck on one or more ding dongs, she can go to certain places of public accommodation such as a bus station, a very seedy bar, possibly with a name like Manhole, or the New York Public Library in the 1970's. And in the bathrooms of these buildings, there will be holes cut in the partitions between the bathroom stalls. The holes will be about at the height of a person's mouth as they sit on the toilet or kneel on the floor. After the woman makes her presence known, possibly through a commonly understood signal, a man, who may or may not be wearing women's clothing, standing on the other side of the partition will insert his ding dong through the hole where the ahem woman will proceed to suck said ding dong. Neither party knows or meets the person on the other side of the glory hole, as it were, and this anonymity heightens the pleasure for both parties.