Adventures in a Cool Car

I've had some pretty shitty car troubles this week. Turns out that the starter in my car had gone bad, and I was without transportation. Fortunately, my kickass Aunt lent me her kickass Chrysler Sebring Convertible. Today was an absolutely gorgeous, 75 degree sunny day, and I made the best of a bad situation by thoroughly enjoying all the benefits that a convertible has to offer.

Unfortunately, the time must come to return a Cool Car to its rightful owner, and that time came tonight. I drove with Karen down to Bergenfield by way of Old Hook Road. Just past my mom's hospital, immediately into Emerson, at the intersection with the Old Hook Inn on the left...well, let me set the scene.

Top down. All the windows down. Fairly dark, around 8:30-ish. Karen and I are in the rightmost lane waiting at a red light, with a single car in front of us. One lane to our right, there is a car ahead of us and another with its front approximately equal with our gas tank. In the left-turn lane, there is one car almost exactly lined up with our car.

The passenger side door of the car in the turn lane opens, and I turn to see a guy getting out of the car with some purpose. He pulls out a gun. I almost shit myself.

He walks to the car to our left (the one lined up with our gas tank), points the gun at the driver, and yells "Get out of the car! Get out of the car!" My bladder weakens.

Karen turns around at this point and witnesses the rest of it; I'm looking straight ahead, willing the light to turn green. The guy with the gun pulls the other guy out of the car, ripping off his shirt, and the car next to me begins to roll. A woman cop runs up to the passenger door, trying to (I assume) pull the e-brake and stop the car from rolling into the car in front of it.

The light turns green.

I pull away, as at least three cop cars scream up behind me.

Karen: "Go back, I want to see this!"

I drive for a mile on Old Hook Road with my mouth open. Holy crap.