 Here's a story for you guys. Picture it. Pioneer Day, circa...1985. I'm with my dad in his hotrod that looked JUST LIKE the Dukes of Hazzard, only without the numbers, and no opposable doors. He takes me to Wal-Mart (when our tiny town still had a Wal-Mart), I ran in to get something while he stayed out in the car. I get my items, I pay, and as I am walking out the door I see my dad in the parking lot with a bloody pistol in his hand, just whooping on some guy's head with it. Keep in mind, this was before the age of the convenient cell phone. So. some narc in Wal-Marts had called the police. My dad picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, puts me in the front seat of his car, and BURNS RUBBER getting out of the parking lot. He raced north on 169, turned a sharp, squealing, 2-wheeled left up main street. We were going what felt like 80 mph down the street, just roaring! He jumped the bridge that now runs right outside of Maggard Plumbing and the place that used to be the best BBQ joint in NE Oklahoma, and I remember hitting my head on the ceiling of the car as we came back down on its tires!! Mind you, this was before kids were required to wear seat belts. The law was closing in on us!!!
I turned around and almost puked up my guts because I saw 3 policemen chasing us down Cherokee Street for pistol whipping this guy! I was terrified and ashamed and embarrassed. Finally, we had to stop for cross traffic at the corner of Delaware and Pine because of oncoming traffic. This was back when the Savoy still had apartments and people lived there and hung out on the balconies all the time, just watching traffic go by. Onlookers, like young children hanging out on the jungle gym at school, just waiting on something to talk about. Well. WE HAD TO STOP AT THE STOP SIGN. My dad, just a-cussing up a storm, was surrounded by cop cars. I was so terrified. I felt sorry for my dad, the helpless look on his face, just...caught. The policemen jumped out and pulled their guns and told him to get out of the car with HIS hands up. All I could think about was everyone at school finding out and not wanting to be my friend because I had a dad who tried to outrun the police. We almost made it home, too, but not before they found a bag of wacky tobaccy in the trunk and several other guns!!!! I don't remember how I got home, I was in shock, full of dread. It was HORRIBLE, and on Pioneer Day, no less, when everyone and their dog was out and about, leftovers mingling and picking up after all the events were done. If that moment in my life had a theme song, Ride Like the Wind would definitely be The One.
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FeFe
4/26/2018 01:31:13
This was awesome. Even though the situation isn't funny, I chuckled reading this. It brings back memories of my oldest brother. I was 17, it was 1984, I unknowingly get into the car with my brother who was flying high on Quaaludes. My brother tells me he feels funny and we are driving to California. I knew then, he had taken the drugs he had picked up from a menacing looking black guy on a ten speed bike when I went with him to Coffeyville earlier that day. It was a nightmare. He drives into Caney past the high school going 50. I look to my left and see a police car turning towards us to pull us over. He tells me, "I've already been arrested once today. You have to trade places with me!" I didn't say much. I knew he could be very violent under the influence, so I did everything he told me to do. He told me to duck down slowly. I duck down thinking, this is stupid and I felt like a criminal or a wuss for behaving like a puppet on a string. He then starts running from this cop. I'm sitting over in the passenger seat thinking this isn't going to end well. The cop has his lights going, sirens blaring and is yelling through his speaker to pull over! He then drives the car through his body shop parking lot, zigzagging between cars with the cop car's bouncing, flashing lights hot on our tail. He pulls the car behind the garage and makes me switch places with him. I'm sitting there innocently behind the wheel with pleading eyes, hoping the cop has enough sense to realize I'm a victim in this police chase. No such luck! " Why didn't you pull over!" he barks, with a bright red face. My brother tells me under his breath, "we didn't see you!" I reply meekly, "We didn't see you!". " I dont know how you could have missed me!" I'm going to ask you one more time, why didn't you pull over?" asks the tired, mad cop. So my brother with all his ridiculous things he could say, responds...."We've been sitting here for three hours talking!" Even I had to look at him like he had lost his mind. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. So in a 24 hour period, to make a long story short, two siblings were arrested in the same day. He earlier that day for driving with a suspended license and me fleeing and eluding a police officer! All he could say was "I'm going to call mom!" I had to go to court and prove I wasn't the driver. Leave a Reply. |
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