Okay, since I am now a old harmless grouch and probley will never meet anyone here I will tell one on myself that happened almost 40 years ago. I was in the wrong in a lot of this, done some stuff many of you wont aprove of, but will tell it like it happened.
I had a 1964 cadillac coup deville. I just liability on it as it was almost 10 years old and it wasnt my pricipal ride, but was a old jewel.
I had a GF that wanted to go near downtown los angeles. I had been working tons of OT so she was driveing. I really didnt know the downtown area well either.
A car pulled out of a bar`s parking lot and T-boned us in the passenger door where I was sitting. Two hispanics were in the car, and it was a almost new I think, hot ford tornedo. (sp?).
I yelled stop! She stopped but they scratched out. I said catch up with them, I want that plate number! (Insurance purpose`s)
Now that was like turning angie dickason loose in the police woman series! The rest of this story was right out of the script of two dozzen tv movies! They hit a on ramp to a freeway with her right on their tail. They took the next off ramp probley thinking she couldnt hang with them in our heavy cad but she did. Right at the bottom of that off ramp they turned into a parking building that had the arm down and it went flying. Yeah I know we all seen that 20 times! I seen the attendent diveing for cover as we both flew through! They made a wrong turn and she had them boxed up. I couldnt get my smashed door open, but they came back in reverse and smashed our front end. Diane was backing up and they hit us twice again as she was backing up! This thing was now definetly out of hand. All I had wanted was their license number. On top of that, had they just got out and we discuss this thing I probley would have never got the police involved and would have let their insurance handle it in a fashion their drinking wouldnt have been a factor. But now we were beyound all that.
Now that she had backed out they scratched out again. She again took after them despite me hollering for her to stop. At the next turn for the next level they spun out. Diane was really into it now! She said I am going to get those ---"gentilmen". I was bellering for her to stop as she broadsided them!
I yelled for her to get out as my door couldnt open. She got out. As I was slideing out on her side I spotted my s&w model 60 on the floor board that had flew out from where I had hid it under the drivers seat.
I snapped it up and went up to their vehicle. They had locked themselves in and didnt want to come out. In a fit of anger I stupidly hit the drivers window with my gun. Of course the window didnt break. But it locked my gun up. I didnt know it at the time, but a handloaded speer shotshell capsell that I always kept on top bounced forward into the barrel, tying the gun up!
The driver got out and said, Hey man! Why the gwan? Can not we settle this thing without gwans? The irony of that statement really got to me! I shifted the gun to my left and knocked him over the back of my car with my right. Actualy I think it knocked him out for a short time. The other guy now was out and telling me how they would kill me if I didnt have that gwan! Again that got to me and I did what potentialy was the stupidest thing I ever done in my life! "Here, diane, hang onto this, and handed her the gun! I went to work him over. His eyes got big, he kept backing up throwing kicks at me. I heard diane yell, stop!, or I will blow ya away! I looked and saw the driver I had knocked down had got up and stupidly was advanceing on her! She had the gun in both hands on him! Now I had taught this girl to shoot and knew she just might! I stepped back to her and took the gun. I told her to take the car and go hunt up some police. She did. While she was gone I spent what seemed like 20 minuets holding these guys and listening to their insults and death threats telling me how they were going to find me and kill me when this was all over. Also they openly were plotting their story with each other for when the cops showed up.
About then I seen two guys in plain cloths walking towards me like they were going to pass me at a angle. I asked them, you guys security? Yes, said one. (I worked security too, and somehow you just know.) I noticed one had a revolver stuck in his trousers. I said I have my hand on my gun in my pants pocket. I am going to pull it out and give it to you with my forefingers, okay? I then gave them the short version of what happened and said we should be hit with cops soon.
We sure did. This was near downtown LA and I think most of the shift showed up! It looked like a police funneral! The first two showed up. Thank God the first guy that showed probley was one of the biggest, coolist cop I ever met! He did put a shotgun on me and patted me down. They went over and hooked up the two guys but never did me. When things slightly setteled down I asked one of them why. He just said my demeaner. I knew that. The GF showed up in the back of one of the police cars. She told the cops that while she was chaseing them they threw stuff out of their car. Funney, I never seen that!
They took her and I to the downtown station for PW. At one point one of the cops had me pry open my own gun to get the ammo out!
Finaly they took her and me to see the watchmaster. She was a little scared but I had a good idea what was happening. He listened to what the cops said, leaned back and pointed at me and said take him ta jail and throw barney oldfield in with him! The cops just grinned, drove us to the smashed cad and gave me my gun and ammo back!
Lucky for me they had warrents out on the driver, I never did ask for what. Had those cops and politics be like they are today, I would be getting out just about now!
