Today (technically it was today since it was at 1:30 am) I was riding home from a night of beers and karaoke and heard gunshots. I slowed down and paid attention to my surroundings but after a few blocks I figured all was clear. Then I turned west and I see right in front of me a group of guys running across the street and jumping into a car. The guy driving is so anxious to get going that he is moving while the guys are still trying to hop into the car. I see another guy standing on the side of the road obviously talking to 911/the cops and reading off the license plate number. I come to a stop and watch the car continue west across the intersection ahead of me. The light turns red and as I'm waiting, cops come flying down the street and start to turn east. I wave my arms and point and tell them the car went west, they asked what kind of car (white Mazda3, I know because I have a Mazda3 myself) and turned around and flew after them.

The light turned green and I crossed the street but I really had no interest in following a police chase, so I pulled up on the sidewalk. There's a bar right there on the corner and the bartender and a couple customers were out smoking and saw the whole thing. They suggested I come inside for a bit to let things calm down so I did (and they let me bring my bike inside so I didn't have to lock it up).

The bartender bought me a shot of Jameson for "doing my civic duty."

/cool story, bro