Bad boys, Bad boys, Whatcha Gonna Do?

As of today, I have officially been involved in my first high speed chase. I was neither the chasor nor the chasee, however when getting on the highway this afternoon, there were seven police cars, both local and state troopers, following a beat-to-hell blue pickup. Well, needless to say, I gunned it and caught up to see what all the commotion was all about and to see if the troopers would attempt to wreck the truck or anything fun as such. I was not the only person doing this, I might add. There were at least six other cars all going nearly 85 southbound on I-35, all the while, four more squad cars and a police Suburban got into the chase. Of course, we all exited when the car did, followed by the nine or ten squad cars, and all turned down the same street, and all witnessed the blue truck pulling over in a restaurant parking lot. How boring, not even putting up a fight. So, if you ever catch "Cops" look for me, I am one of the genuises following a high speed chase!
As a side note, completely unrelated, if you have not tried Coca-Cola Blak, and you get an opportunity to, punch someone in the face, turn around and run. It should be pronounced Blech. It is the perfect fusion of Coke and Coffee, and by perfect, I mean it should have never been produced. Ever.