Remember it well.
New gal, heading to her house after work. Black SUV starts riding my ass on freeway (about 13 miles e/o L.A.). Bumper-to-bumper, so I'm thinking, 'The fuck?' Then hits his lights/siren and darts into the diamond lane, followed closely by three or four more. Just flying.
I get to her pad, boss calls me back in: "Shit's burning, man. Need help." No clue what'd happened. Worked all night. Day or two later, my roomie gets called in (Nat'l Guard). Good times.