I was sitting by the fire last night taking a trip down memory lane and I was thinking about my cousin that I have lost contact with and some hijinks we endured together. One incident involved a being chased by two biker looking guys on motorcycles while I was driving a 85 ford midsized Ltd wagon with the 3.8
Have you ever been chased? If so what started it and what was the end result?
It was July 1995 and there was a heatwave bearing down on the midwest, I had spent the day with my cousin putting together an arrow metal storage shed on my property which was was to serve as a place to store my tools and use as a makeshift workshop. It was around 5 pm or so and We were hot and tired so we both showered and decided to get something for dinner. I didn’t have a/c in the trailer so we wanted to go somewhere cool.
My cousin had a friend named dave who he hung around with and occasionally the three of us would do something together. Dave was a nice guy, but a bit odd and he had little impulse control. We swung by daves parents house to see if he wanted to go with us and he did, there was a chance of rain that night so we took my car instead of daves jeep. We went to town and ate dinner at a buffet, we started talking about going to a movie and decided on apollo 13, I really didn’t want to go but it was still warm out and My car and house had no a/c and the movie theater did so off we went.
We were leaving town to head to the city that had the movie theater and we had all of the windows down. We pulled up to a stoplight and there were two bikers on Harleys sitting there in the turn lane, one of the bikes had a purplish ghost flame paint job so it looked like a purple bike. Dave was sitting in the back seat and yelled out the window, “excuse me… Thats a nice bike…Does it come in mens?” They guy actually shut his bike off to better hear what dave was tring to tell him. Dave thought this was really hysterical until the beastly dude started to get off the bike and was cussing and yelling. I panicked and instead of going straight I turned right from the left lane and took off, crazy dave decided to give them the finger while we peeled away. Now dave thought this was really funny, and my cousin and I were trying to figure out what to do, all while yelling at dave for being stupid. It was starting to get dark and we were headed down a state highway, I sped up to eighty at one point but went back down to the speed limit once I realized I was never going to outrun those bikes.
We went for a mile trying to figure out what to do while the bikes were behind us. I figured if they were going to shoot us they would have already done so, but I was afraid what would happen once we stopped. I decided the only way to lose them was by finding a gravel road, so I took a side road and took many turns with the bikers still following us and finally I spotted a gravel road and at the last second I turned onto it and floored it. The dust was so great I couldn’t tell for sure if they quit chasing us but i didn’t slow down.
I continued on for a bit and at this point I was lost and I slowed down and seen no signs of the bikers. Now I had to get back to the main road without running into the bikers again, it took a while but I figured out where we were and continued onto the movie theater without incident.
As we headed back home that night it was around midnight and I was keeping an eye out for the angry bikers. It also concerned me because the 84 ltd stuck out like a sore thumb due to distinct body damage it had on the left rear door and rear quarter. I never ran into those guys again and figured they must have not been from that area.
I lost touch with my cousin because he got involved in things I wanted no part of, but sitting by the fire last night I closed my eyes and suddenly it was a July night in 1995… Good times…