arkie45
New member
I was roused from sleep at about 1:30 a.m. this morning by a revving motorcycle in front of my house. The headlight was waving its beam back and forth across my bedroom window. I jumped into my pants and t-shirt, grabbed my Kimber and 3 extra mags, grabbed my light, and peeked through the blinds. I am the last house at the top of the hill on a dead end road, so it's not uncommon to see someone turning around in my driveway, but this guy was having a hard time lifting up his bike. Being a rider myself, I almost went out to help him but stopped myself. He finally got it back up and left after a couple of minutes, but looked kinda impaired, so I called the local PD and reported it. I didn't think much about it till about 20 minutes later and the guy came back, turned off his bike, and started looking around the street for something. I called the cops immediately, and the guy left after a couple of minutes. I walked out into the street and found where the crank-head puked a couple of times, and spotted a loaded syringe in the middle of the street...probably what the guy was looking for. I didn't touch anything, and waited in my house for the cops to arrive. The LEO knocked on the door, and I walked outside with him. I told him I was carrying, and he said thanks shook my hand, and apologized for taking so long to arrive. I showed him the syringe, puke, etc. and he was very appreciative.
Long story a little shorter, he was informed I was armed and didn't bat an eye, was very courteous, and a genuinely nice guy.
Long story a little shorter, he was informed I was armed and didn't bat an eye, was very courteous, and a genuinely nice guy.