Back in about 1976 I was in los angles with my young girlfriend driveing my old 64 coup deville. Two wetbacks pulled out of a bar and T-boned us. I only had liability ins on the old cad. They ran. I told diane to chase them so I could get the plate number. That was a mistake! The girl instantly turned into that actress that played police woman, whats her name? Angie Dickinson, thats it! Anyway off to the races we go! They went on the freeway for a short ways, her hard on their butt. They could have out ran us as he had a hot I think, mach 1. However, he abrutley turned on the next off ramp probley thinking she couldnt make it, but she did. I swear what happened next you all have seen in a dozen movies! There was some sort of parking building with the wood arm down. They knocked that off, and entered with the black parking attendent diveing for cover! She followed them in, they turned into a dead end and came squalling back at us and rammed us a couple more times as she now was backing up. I was hollering for her to stop and let me handle things as my side passenger door was rammed shut from the original accident where we got T-boned. They went on to the next level but spun out. Before I could stop her she said I am gonna git those bastards and intendiay broadsided them! I bellered for her to get out, as I slid across the seat to her side I saw my S&W model 60 had slid out from under her seat to the floor and grabbed it up. I went up to the driver and ordered him out. He had locked himself in and wouldnt come out. I got mad and hit his window with the gun, of course it didnt break. So now he did get out and said, hey man, why the gawn? Can not we settle this without gawns? This was too much for me and I couldnt restrain myself and said, yeah! With that I knocked him for a loop. Now the other guy got out (with diane tugging on him!)
He started telling me stuff like I wouldnt be so beeg without my gawn etc. Again I lost it and did a stupid thing. I said, here diane, hold this, and walked over to him. His eyes got big and he kept backing up kicking at me as I advanced on him looking for my chance.
Then I heard diane say, one more step and I will blow you away! I looked and seen the driver that I had coldcocked was stupidly advanceing on her. She was standing with the gun in both hands aimed at him! Now, I had already had taken her out and taught her to shoot! I walked over and took the gun from her, and told her to go find some cops, which she eventualy did.
I stood there with those guys telling me how they was gonna find me someday and kill me etc.
Also they were trying to come up with a story to tell the police when they come and trying out different versions with each other. I had them stand about 15 or 20 feet from me and showed them the deadline. Then waited there with my gun in my hand in my pocket on them. Presently, I saw two guys casualy walking like they were going to kind of walk past us. I called over, you guys security? One said yes. Then I could see the butt of his revolver sticking out in his pants where he had put it for a crossdraw under his sports coat. (my job was also security, and somehow, you "just" know.) I briefly explained the situation, told them I had a gun on them, and that police would be arriveing, then I said I want you to take my gun until we sort this out, and handed it over.
The police came. And came. And came. I think I eventualy counted over 20. I havent seen more police cars except on tv covering a police funneral. The first cop put a shotgun on me which I fully expected. Patted me down. They hooked up the two guys, but not me. I shortly asked one why they didnt hook me up too? He said your demeaner, which I really had guessed.
They took us to the down town L.A. station. Had to fill out paperwork etc, for a number of hours. Turned out the driver had warrants out for him, not sure what for.
Finaly they took diane and me to see the watch sargent. There was a discussion as what to do to me. Finaly the sargent eyeballed us for awhile and told the cops in a mock mad voice and said put him in jail, and take barney oldfield there in with him! I seen a cop or two smeerk and I knew what was comeing down. Diane didnt. They drove us back to wherever she had parked the car, turned around and gave me my model 60 back, and handed me the ammo too!
I forgot to say, that at one earlier point that night they had ME OPEN AND UNLOAD THE GUN! as they couldnt! Remember when I hit the window with the gun? I used to handload my own ammo. I lived in the dessert and always put one bird shot capsal cartridge up under the barrel for rattlers. When I had hit that window it had jarred the shotshell forward into the barrel locking the gun up! I was or could have been dead and didnt know it! Remember that if you also have been doing it!
