No Arms, One Leg, Still Running

Read his story: See the green Corvette blazing east toward the dawn, miles beneath the moon, seconds beyond the law.

Pasco County, nine winters back. A pursuit call crackles into Sgt. Gary Albin's cruiser. Albin summons the cavalry and drives north to intercept.

Sparks fly as the Corvette blows a tire at nearly 120 mph. The driver veers off the highway and pulls into a Citgo. Nearly a dozen deputies descend.

"Put your hands behind your back!" they yell.

Then Albin recognizes the driver.

"He hasn't got any," he says. "It's probably Wiley."

So it is.