Not Quite Robin Hood and the Riot that Didn't Happen

In Santa Clarita, a sunny and hot city in the middle of the Grapevine, one of the mountain ranges that surround LA, at least four guys robbed a bank a few minutes after 10 in the morning. They then were chased by sheriffs for a few hours, down from the mountain and into the city.

They ended up the the neck of the woods called South Central LA, and with the cameras in the 'copters taping, they started to make like Robin Hood, and were throwing their treasure to their adoring crowds:

Folks were trying to dodge the speeding sheriffs to grab the flitting twenties.

At the end of the run, a crowd had developed at the intersection where the gentleman driving was stopped. They were shooting emails and hitting up twitter as fast as they were scooping up the twenties. They were heated, they liked the message the robbers were sending: they were bringing the money to South LA that the dearth of jobs weren't. Look at the mass around that Volvo SUV:

It's a testament to how much the relations between cops and residents in South LA have changed in the last twenty years. Those folks up there are angry as hell. Jobs are even more scarce than they were at the time of the riots in'92. The money flow is even less. Well, the cops didn't dare beat the guys---or shoot---the two fellas in the Volvo.

The crowd was peacefully dispersed. It was as close as we've gotten to another full scale riot in LA, in, I'm not sure, a pair of decades?

There were only two guys in the SUV, two of the four that robbed the bank bailed out during the chase at different places and were still at large.

In New York, there were certain things that you'd see that'd make you say, "Whew...only in New York," (like a drunken guy yelling at people in line at Radio City music hall, yelling about how James Dolan Sucks) and in Texas (like going to BBQ at 8 am on a Saturday morning), and now, we have our "Only in LA" story.