!BLOOD ON THE BIKE, GUN IN
THE SADDLE BAG,
AND THE COPS WERE
COMING!
in a transmission shop and has always been a biker. In
fact, David says not only does he loves bikes, but
goes
everywhere on his bike even though he has a
car.
This true
story happened in late 09.
The first thing I noticed about Davids bike was the
crucifix, not one but three so this here editor asked
David why so many. David proceeded to tell me that
the crucifixes were gifts from friends and
family
members
who wanted to give him protection from the
many evils of life. Something we all could
use.
But then he proceeded to tell the story behind the gifts
and that is the story you are about to hear.
You are cruising on a beautiful late afternoon when you
decide to put some gas in your bike. No big deal as
you have done this hundreds of times and this day was
no different than any other. Oh so David
thought.
Driving into the
gas station everything looked normal. You drive in, park, let the kick stand
down, get off and proceed to walk toward the attendant to pay for the gas. You
go in, pay for it and walk back to your bike and start pumping. 
First you hear and
then you notice.
At first you want
to think that what you thought they said is not what you heard. Nobody does those
kinds of things anymore. Not in a public place where there were lots of people
around. So you just put it out of your head and finish pumping your gas
when the first blow hits.
Being hit from
behind is kind of startling to begin with but then you get hit from one side,
then the other side, and the guy in the middle is still trying to get more
swings in, but they could not put David down. The first thing that comes to a persons
mind is why, but then your memory remembers, what you heard was they were
going to take your bike away – but only after beating the shit out
of you.
The first reaction
was defense, after all there were 4 of them. So David lowered
his head and gave them his helmet to hit on and they did, much to their pain,
which gave David the time to go on the offensive. After the initial assault,
David got off his bike and continued to swing, duck, swing some more, connect
here and connected there.
Then David hit the
guy closest to him knocking him down. The second guy was surprised that his
friend was on the ground looking up and his other friend was busy nursing his
hurt hand. Since things were a little crowded the 4th guy kind of had
to wait his turn to try and get a blow in. Now it was one-on-one,
one-on-two, and one-on-three and David was pissed! Right hand eat
this you bastard, try and take my bike will you, left hand, lower the helmet
bang again goes another hurt hand.
It was but 3
minutes, but what seemed like an eternity when David stood tall and proud. Any
of you 4 bastards want any more of this? All four would be bike rip-off
artists were on the ground not moving for fear that David would once
again pound on them with his fist and his helmet. OK then, I am off.
Seems like it
would end here or rather it should end here. But as David took off on his bike
he saw from his mirror one of the guys going to their truck who came out
pointing and shooting a gun.
Seeing this, David
took precautionary measures by veering to the left and to the right, and the
shooter fired all six shots with the last bullet hitting David on the back of
his left shoulder. Realizing that the shooter was out of bullets David
was now really pissed and so he went back, yes he went back, parked his bike and
proceeded to beat all 4 again paying extra attention to the one who had done the
firing. Not only did David beat the shit out of that guy but he
took his pistol, beat him with it, and put it in his pocket.
Of course by then,
David could hear the sound of sirens coming. Yea, the cops were coming, maybe a
bit too late, but they were coming. Go or stay thought David. Since the
situation was under control and the 4 would be bike rip off artists wanted
nothing more to do with David, he decided that he be better off taking off
and did.
As David took off,
he could see the faces and eyes of all the bystanders staring at David. Not one person tried to help David? Guess it is just part of our new society of
not wanting to get involved. No matter, no one was going to take Davids bike
from him, not one, not two, not three, not four assholes and he had the gun to
prove it, their
gun.
David comes from a
family of 8 brothers and 7 sisters so fighting was nothing new to him. As David
continued to head toward his girlfriends Cecilla, he was hurting a little bit,
not only from the beating, but from the bullet that left a scar after
ricocheting from his back. But one thing that was for sure in Davids mind no
one was going to take his bike and he still rides that very same bike everyday
to work and elsewhere.
Now check this
out. One of Davids sisters goes by the name of Josie and the night of the
fight, Josie dreamed that something had happened to David and so she went to go
looking for him the next day. Upon finding David, she saw blood on the bike and
got scared, but then David came out and assured her that the blood was not his.
Josie was glad that David was ok, but she took the gun and disposed of it
not wanting any more violence.
NOTE: This here editor is making a special
effort this year to give thanks to all of our servicemen who served in the past
and who are currently serving. Of
Davids 8 brothers, two served, Johnny who died from complications in Iraq and
Tutor who died at home after serving in the Army. Our sincere condolences to
David and his family.
Editor-in-Chief
Semper Fi