We had managed to avoid traffic and the main roads by taking the alleys, but those could only keep us out of the view of the cops for so long. We had already decided when planning our trip that we weren’t going to risk getting on I-90. Instead, when we ran out of alley’s we started riding alongside the railroad tracks heading east. Yeah I know, but we had to go east about two miles before the tracks turned northwest. I don’t know how long we had been following the tracks, maybe like forty-five minutes or so, when we reached Oxford station which is where we had to abandon the tracks and start heading west on King street.
As we were nearing Oxford Station Meek shouted back, “I got a bad feeling.”
“Why do you say that?” I asked.
He pointed up the tracks.
About four hundred yards ahead of us, we could see a lot of red and blue lights flashing and I do mean a lot.
