We've got two main characters in this scene, a criminal and a cop.  Those are the two really good ones.  The criminal is making a getaway on a police motor-cycle, the cop is after him on another one, there are five other cops on motorcycles, and one cop car after him also. 

The criminal streaks ahead, weaving through trafic.  The cops suddenly get new orders over the raidio.  "Permission granted to use fire arms in order to apprehend this man."  Two of the motor-cycleists pull out handguns, our cop takes a pistol, and the officer riding shotgun in the car takes out a rifle, so far they elect not to fire for fear of the general public.

"That's never good" says our criminal, putting a 4X4 in between himself and the cops.  Our lawful friend nods four of the cop cycleists to one way around the truck, and he and the remaining one head to the other side.  He sees the criminal come into sight, and he fires a shot at his rear wheel, it bounces off the plating covering the back of the wheel.

"That was too close, I've got to keep that one busy" says the criminal to himself, outloud he shouts "Keep your eyes where your driving!!"  

"I don't need full concentration to keep up with you!!!" shouts the cop, his voice nearly lost in the wind from the speed and the roar from the  engines.

"He will soon" thinks the criminal as he pulls through the 'authorized vehicles only' U-turn place, but he doesn't pull a U-ie.  Our cop friend follows him against the trafic, the rest of the policemen stay parrallel on the other side.

Both the hunter and the hunted are too ocupied to try anything drivng as they are, but the cops on the right side are getting closer to the criminals tires with each shot. 

He slams down the gas, and gains some ground over the cops, then he pulls back into their side, the cop follows him.  He drives staight for a moment, before sighting a toll both. There is a sharp right turn directly after it.  "Please be an open lane..?" He's had his share of good luck.  The cop says over the raidio "We've got him, no one move for him, he's got to stop, take each side I'm heading straight in." He guns his engine.

The criminal sees one lane that has only an 18-wheeler in it and nothing else.  He glances at it, back at the cops, and then at it again.  "Aw heck you only live once."  He accelerates towards the truck, he is aiming just to one side.  The bar lifts for the 18-wheeler to get though.  SCREECH!!! Lean, turn, duck, hope. The motor cycle wheels barely stay on the ground as it makes the sharp right under the truck.

"Get him!!!" cries the cop, and all the cops accelerate.  The rest of the traffic leaves that lane clear.  The first two cops are surprised by the lowering bar, and wipe out, the third right behind them is forced to pull over or crash, he elects to pull over.  The next two cops duck safely under the bar.  The cop pulls a papa-wheelie, and fits through the side of the both, around the bar.  The cop car breaks through it.

The first two cyclists that made it through the bar pull up to the criminal, who has turned off the road and is heading under a tree.  He rips a branch from the tree and spins it to take out one of the cyclists.  Then he breaks and barrel-rolls, shooting his own bike at the other cop, who is hit and taken out.  The cop pulls up, the criminal lands safely and brandishes his makeshift bo.  The cop pulls out his gun and points it at him.  The criminal sighs, as if to say "fine we'll do it the boring way if you want," and puts up his hands.

 

That was: Highway Traffic