In the motor racing game they call it “the red mist.” It descends upon a driver when he’s so enervated by the competition that he loses that final measure of control that keeps the car intact and on the track. Police officers experience the same adrenalin-infused insensibility. Listen to the po-po’s voice after the perp takes a pop or ten at his vehicle. Instead of pulling over and letting his colleagues do the business (and there are plenty of them), the perp’s target is bound and determined to get his man. When he rocks-up on the bad guy, it’s a cop cluster-you-know-what. Without anything approaching a command and control structure (i.e. someone in charge), nearly a dozen officers do their own thing. Luckily it ends well. But it has to be asked: is that any way to run a railroad?