10 December 2009
Mopar V8, Model 66 S&W and the chase!
The motor was the old bullet proof Chrysler 360 V8. We did every trick to get as much power as we could, we had the mechanics check it often and throw in a new set of plugs whenever it ran rough. In an attempt to get just a few more horsepower out of it, I'd turn the air cleaner cover over so it could suck in more fresh air… and it sounded better…”VOOMMMM!”
The car was equipped with a Motorola FM high-band 2 way radio. At that time in that city, all the cops and fire department used the same channel. We had to "share" the air....some officer didn't understand that...which in this case was going to be important. Then, as now, some officer feel that if they talk a lot on the f--ing radio, that they are doing better police work. I suspect that those who like to talk alot are the ones who really do the least and annoy the shit out of the rest of us.
So...back to the story. I looked up from my warrant book and saw Louie riding towards me on a little Honda motor cycle. It looked like about a 250 cc. Louie was big guy..about 6 foot 3 inches and weighed way over 250 pounds. That was a big load for a little bike.
As Louie started to ride past me, I motioned with my hand for him to pull over. He didn't, and continued on and started to accelerate. I tried calling in on my radio, but one of the other officers...who we called "worm" was talking....and talking...and talking...and talking.
Worm had found a couple of 7 year olds hanging around a school, so he thought he had a major incident. His radio chatter went something like:
"Y-1 I'm out with 3 juvs, their names are.......bla, bla, bla....can you check NCIC, FBI, Interpol, DOJ, CIA, EIEIO, and call their parents...bla, bla, bla, bla, check for wants, bla, bla, bla, license status, bla...and bla, and bla I’ll take a cover unit, bla, bla…bla…."
Worm didn't let go of the mic button for a good 5 minutes sometimes and this was going to be one of those times.
I had been sitting idle with the motor running, so I threw the transmission into Drive and activated my red spot light. I tried to get on the air, but Worm was not letting go of the talk button. I had to continue on, even though I was going to be on my own until the radio cleared. Shit, there were only 4 of us on, but Worm had total control of the radio and he never stopped talking.
We were in a residential neighborhood, with a few long straight aways, and lots of short, narrow turning streets off the sides. Louie hit one of the main straight roads and started to pull away. I punched that old Mopar V8 and started smokin’ the rear tires as the siren came on.
The chase was on. Don’t believe any cop who tells you that they don’t enjoy a good chase—it’s the best kind of legal “high” you can have. Drive fast and catch bad guys. As we were a few blocks into the pursuit, I still was not able to get on the radio, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the road to change channels and we didn’t have cell phones in those days or I might have called 911. Dipshit Worm was hogging the radio.
A few more blocks and I started to gain on the Honda, but I could tell that Louie lacked basic riding skills. As he tried to slow or stop for a turn, he put his feet out.
I realized that at my speed and rate of gain, I was going to run over the bike, so I backed off a little—but at that point we were doing over 60 MPH in a 25 Zone. Feel the tension man what a ride. Louie took a corner and he almost side swiped a truck, I crossed my fingers just for luck, the pedestrians on the side walk were as white as a ghost,
I yelled for Louie to pull over as I had a license to fly and a lot more horsepower and driving skill than he did.
About 4 minutes into the chase, officer Worm let go of the radio mic and I was able to get one transmission: “Y 2 is in pursuit!” Then Worm started talking again. The watch commander finally got on the air and told Worm to stop talking and Y2 was in pursuit.
Then Louie went around another corner. As I came around I saw the Honda bike sliding on it’s side into a parked car with Louie sliding on the pavement behind the bike. By the time I came to stop, called in my location and got out with my gun drawn, Louie was standing up hopping around on his leg that wasn’t scraped up.
I holstered my Model 66 Smith and Wesson .357 magnum revolver and got out my handcuffs.
After cuffing Louie, I deployed my first aid kit and started to bandage up his road rash. He would live. I arrested him and took him to jail, he called his mommy to post his bail...
That was the good old days.