Passages To Change Your Life

While Mike and I didn’t want to miss out on the drama, the car and its quarry would soon dissolve into the night if our friends waited too long for us. We tore up the street. Gary and Mick were sitting up front, the engine running. I still had one leg half out of the open back door when we screeched away from the curb.

Seattle20 took a left and, for a brief moment, disappeared from sight. As we turned the corner, there they were, sitting at a red light at the top of the hill road. The car slowed down, but my heart was thumping hard and fast.

“He’s definitely in there!” I said. “He was running towards the car’s open door, and he was bent over with a baseball cap covering his face, but I could still tell it was him.”

We followed slowly for a while. Then, at another red light, traffic forced us to pull up alongside. The sedan’s windows were as black as its cat-like, sleek body. From the deep purring of the engine, it was clear this car could easily outrun us. We sank low in our seats, but Gary continued to film slyly from the half open passenger window. If he was spotted, the chase was over. But, when you’re making a guerrilla-style documentary feature film, involving some of the biggest names in rock music, this kind of footage is pure gold.

We had planned to discreetly follow the car to our man’s chosen hotel and then, should his personal security leave him alone for even a few seconds, well…we would move on him.

Like a panther, the sedan suddenly leapt into gear and tore away from the red light. They had made us. We tried to catch up but it wasn’t easy. The driver was well skilled, pulling every car chase trick: flashing his turn signal, but not turning; slowing for a red light, then speeding through and leaving us stuck there; throwing us into wrong turns at crossroads. Now, we were edgy with fear and excitement. If the police were called, it would wreck everything, but the thrill of the chase had gotten under our skin.

Catching up with these guys was like trying to catch an elusive animal familiar with its own dark territory. We caught up, then lost them again for a few precious seconds. We again picked up the trail as the sedan zigzagged through the empty streets of downtown Seattle at top speed. We soon realised we were seeing the same buildings over and again. We were no longer following; we were hunting. This wasn’t how it should go. This was never part of the plan. Just yards ahead was the man we had travelled thousands of miles to find. What if we never got this close again? It was time for a tough decision- keep up the chase, or show respect and stand down? We had been watching those security gates all day. We had seen four people climb into Seattle20 – the driver and bodyguard in the front seats, and a tall redheaded woman in the back. Behind the driver slipped our famous target — Bruce Springsteen. We had to decide, and quickly.

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