From the moment the lights went on to the moment I went off: 10 seconds. With my nervous system short-circuited by dreams of freedom, I drive way too deep into the first corner, skid off, and plow into the overrun area in a geyser of sand.
Sudden-onset bad judgment is a disease to which I’m far from immune, and surely the root cause of most police chases. The act of fleeing, of indulging the taboo, unleashes a torrent of adrenaline that has me thinking, for a moment, that maybe I can whip this horse hard enough to make my escape. It feels so unnatural to open the throttle instead of hitting the brakes. The blue and red lights go on behind me and, for the first time in my life, I do something other than pull to the shoulder. It’s hard to overstate the level of anxiety surrounding the events that follow. “It’s a color that says, ‘I’m not ready for full-on red, but I’m a sporty fellow,’ ” says Haas.Īfter a lap to get rolling, we hit the front straight with the belligerent Charger filling the Yaris’s mirrors. Even the burgundy hue of its paint seems calculated to temper our expectations. We included the Yaris iA as a baseline, a representative of the caliber of hardware that you’d normally see in a police chase.
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