I was working in downtown LA in 1994. That afternoon several of us went across the street to a hotel bar for some libations and to watch the NBA Finals. Local media kept cutting in with updates about the search for OJ and then, later, with news that OJ had been located down in Orange County and the cops were in pursuit. Helicopter shots of a low-speed pursuit. Media is saying OJ was trying to leave the country, in disguise, etc., etc. General consensus in the bar is this simply shows the motherfucker is as guilty as sin.
Leave the bar around 6:30-7:00 to head home to Hermosa Beach. Transitioning off the 105 to the 405 southbound, I see all these people pulled off the side of the 405. Even worse, idiots are out of their cars right next to the freeway, and in some cases are stepping out onto the freeway. Holy shit -- the Juice is still loose & he's coming up the northbound 405. I had to pull over myself because idiot lookie-loos were focusing on the northbound lanes and not watching where the hell they were driving. Stayed in my truck on the shoulder of the southbound 405 and watched while Al Cowlings leisurely drove OJ up the 405 with dozens of cop cars hanging back behind him. Surreal.
Years later, a buddy of mine was working as Bob Baker's paralegal when Baker handled OJ's defense in the civil case. I never really asked him too much about the case because under CA law he couldn't divulge any client confidences and secrets. I know they had all the files the defense in the criminal case generated, including all the photos of the Brown-Simpson/Goldman murder scene, which for many years weren't publicly available. Now that OJ is gone (good riddance), I'll have to ask him if he's got any nuggets of information (*coughconfessioncough*) that he's been keeping under wraps all these years.