Normally I’d call SFPD and get their version, but it’s been a long day and I need to get to bed. Here’s Rhiannon‘s version:
So earlier this afternoon, I was driving west on 17th at from Folsom and I heard a crash, and by the time I got up to Shotwell, a blue car and a silver car were both nose on the curb next to the Gas Station on S. Van Ness, all spewin ‘steam and doors open and smashed bumpers and headlights. This isn’t the exciting part. What is that I nearly ran over this dude, wearing a domestic-abuser-tank-top and khakis, greasy, almost jeri-curl do flowing in the breeze, running to beat the band because THERE WAS A SFPD MOTORCYCLE COP PURSUING HIM. It was insane. There were cars behind me, and I was running late, so I couldn’t stick around and rubber-neck, but have you heard about this? Know what happened? I’m all a-twitter! (but wasn’t at the time, because I was piloting a moving automobile).
