ABSTRACT
As I'm sitting here writing this chapter, the local TV news is reporting yet another high-speed police chase in the Indianapolis area. In the movies, about 200 cars can be crashed before the bad guy finally spins out of control and ends up in a ditch, only scratched and slightly dazed. Cut to the next scene, and some uniformed cops are carting him off in handcuffs while a salty, old detective who chased the suspect down (Gene Hackman? Steve McQueen?) is making eyes at his female partner.
