Thank God for Cadillacs!

I spent the late morning, early afternoon working on a project / doing errands with David S, Interior Designer to the Stars. We had worked on glazing some leather to make it seem distressed, run by the framers, run by the metal work shop, grabbed some lunch and were returning from the upholsterers, driving southbound on Shepherd, minding our own business. David looked up in his rear view mirror and there was a Toyota 4X4 right at his rear bumper and out of the passenger side window I saw a police car with its lights flashing. "He's trying to get out of the way of the police!" David sped up, which almost gave the 4X4 the room to squeeze around us. He hit the rear passenger door and swiped the side all the way to the front bumper, then sped around us. This part of the road is quite curved with an off shoot into River Oaks, the toniest neighborhood in town. The 4X4 took the off-shoot with the police right behind him. It was then we realized we were involved in one of the many police chases in Houston.

David gave quick pursuit, but we lost them in the maze of curved roads that run between those million-dollar-plus homes. We drove in and out of streets until we gave up and were headed back to David's smartly decorated (with highly important objects d'art) townhouse when we crossed over Shepherd and I noticed to the south there were swarms of police cars. We made it through back streets to the scene. The police had the guy already in handcuffs, we jumped out to survey the car's damage (costly, but not severe). The police said he was a crystal meth dealer they had been watching all morning, they lost him and he must have ditched the dope because they found none in the 4X4. They said they would search the house. They gave David the information and told us we were the only ones hit by this idiot. An older gentleman came up to me, dressed in a smart polo pullover with khaki shorts with embroidered ducks all over them and asked if they caught the guy. I told him he was in the back of the nearest cruiser, and told him "He's really cute!" The old guy winked and went for a look, then leaned against the brick wall and lit up a cigarette.

We were at that time just two blocks from David's house and I remarked how lucky we were that he didn't push us into oncoming traffic, and David remarked, "The nice thing about Cadillacs is that you can't push them around very easily." Fortunatley no one was injured.

Back at Casa de Stone I ran to Taco Bell to get a large Diet Pepsi for David while he got on the phone with insurance people. When I returned it was becoming apparent the information the police gave us did not match anything about the vehicle. Seems there are headaches ahead.