20th, 1982 I barely escaped arrest. The previous
day, the notorious terrorist, "Carlos",
had planted bombs in the French consulate and
at the headquarters of Air France. The
police were on maximum alert ! As I drove
my car through the a traffic jam in the Pilmram gasse
a passenger in the car next to me made a signal to
roll down my window. Thinking it was a tourist asking
for directions, I gladly obliged. "Police!"
he told me and ordered me to park my car at the curb
at the other side of the intersection. I was in
a state of shock. If I pulled over, my stay in
Austria would come to another very inauspicious end.
I decided to take the hero's way out. I rolled
up my window, put on my sunglasses and proceeded to
the curb that policemen had indicated from his car.
At the last second, I floored the accelerator and
got a good head start on the police car. It didn't
last. He was hot on my tail and we were soon doing
120-130 kph in downtown Vienna with pedestrians on
all sides running for their lives! I made the light
at the Schvarzenberg Platz and the cars in the opposing
direction had already got the green when he came up
to the intersection and had to stop with a tremendous
screeching of rubber. I'd lost him! I turned right
and took the little streets on the other side of the
plaza and parked my car. I was never so glad to step
out of an automobile. I figured it was time I shaved
off my beard.