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A local redneck kid named Brandon was chased by the police through St. Johnsbury, out to Danville and then back on the highway and eventually within a few miles of his home in Concord, Vermont.
The Caledonia Record published a front-page news item on the story here. I made a map of the chase from start to finish and posted it on the right (click to zoom).
It's a small town, though, so of course you may be anticipating that I know the kid, and I do. He was my daughter's first friend that she publicly stated was her "boyfriend". That relationship ran its course and their friendship faded as he got into one predicament after another, including stealing tires from the back of his neighbor's pickup and being chased through the woods heading back to his own house, but still carrying two tires.
The chase starts in the village of St. Johnsbury and includes driving down Winter and Cliff streets which, if you know them, you'll know don't lend themselves to high-speed chases.
So in the middle of the chase, the kid heads towards Danville where I live. (Good Lord - please don't come here.) Then he loops back and, get this, heads home. But why head home? He's only 17 or 18. He gets on the interstate and is suddenly faced with the biggest and most complicated (and as of yet unanswered) question of his life: "now that I've got the cops on my tail and they know who I am, where do I go? I could drive down to Boston.... or drive south a bit, get of the highway, and then get back on again and head north and then what?" Clearly he never really thought that part through. Driving fast through St. Johnsbury late on a Monday night seems sketchy, but that it wouldn't attract attention is a conclusion that really helps define "Redneck".
My daughter is horrified. The phone has been ringing all day. It's her friends calling to say "Have you seen the headlines ... ?!?"
The High Speed Chase
