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True, but have a couple stories in the other direction, expecting a hassle to find that they were just wanting to check out the bike. Guess I can throw out another one. Being 18 when it was legal to drink (messed it up those that followed) I was leaving a watering hole in a Beach Town on my Shovel Head and started drawing an audience. Back in the early 70's, Harley riders were rare and I kicked started the ol girl and decided I was lubed enough to give a show. Being the parking lot was dirt, a rev of the engine and dump of the clutch released a shower of debris and quite a squeal as the Good Years found the asphalt of A1A . During the exit of the parking lot there was a Van concealing a hidden Patrol Car, I was later told almost got showered by said debris.I was in the Hill Country one night after a 1600 miles run from California back in 1984. To this day it was late and I cannot remember the name of the tiny place. About 2 AM it had only a cafe and a gas station from what I could see. Stopped for gas had my military ID, the local cop was a fat sheriff with a big hat stereotype Southern "ah sh!t boy!' type. He walks up to me, says "What do you think yer doin' here son"? Said I was home on leave, stopped for gas and coffee and was headed home. (Texas plates by the way)....As he looked at my license and insurance...he said "where is 'home' boy?". Decided at that point NOT to be a smart @ss. No witnesses, dark....ah no.
Told him I was headed to Center point and then to Medinah. That I had family there and a ranch. He thought I was screwing with him, and said "Get back on when yer finished, this is MY town and I don't like strangers riding through this time of night. Take that road outta town and you can hit the highway from there, and don't let me see you back here. Yer kind ain't welcome here."
Almost went into an Al Jolson tap dance "Uh Yassuh yassuh Mista Pow-leez man, How DO you DO!" routine and held back. That guy would have beat me with a stick and had me arrested for a half dozen crimes I never committed. He never called me a maggot but I could see in his eyes he was probably thinking:
"Damn motor sickle ridin' Yankee hippie Liberal Draft Dodging women vote lovin' 'Merica hatin' peace sign wearing dope smokin Communist"
I had my hair longer than mil spec and had a full beard which at the time was not allowed except for medical or special duty purposes. Some days those stereotypes aren't so far off! lol
So, the games worked.... Now to dig a ditch......
Do you know more about this case then the rest of us....now it's time for him to tell his side of the story?So, the games worked.... Now to dig a ditch......
The moment there were three against one he was in danger. The fact he was on the ground getting his head kicked sealed his innocence!
I post the link to the Post as a FYI...its the fu cking POST...don't you know everything you read in the POST is true....:22yikes:Yep, believe everything written in the papers. Suckers.
OK we can agree on that one...I believe the Post over the Daily News.