Edgar, Gene and Moe.
Reginald's granddad, Edgar, (1879 - 1947) was born to Homer (drunken dad) and Mabel Pitbull in Detroit, Michigan.
Homer Collindale Pitbull began his Whiskey drinking when he was a Union soldier fighting in the American Civil War 15 years before Edgar was born.
In the year 1886, Edger Collindale Pitbull, as early as age 7, would cause mischief with his brothers, Gene and Moe, along with their wild friends, including spooking non-anthro horses that were pulling buggies and coaches, sometimes throwing lit strings of firecrackers at a horse. The youngsters would get lots of good laughs at drivers of horse drawn vehicles trying to get frightened horses back under control.
When neighbors complained to Daddy Homer about the misconduct of his boys, Homer's favorite response was to tell the neighbor, "Aw come on in and let's have a drink, and we can talk about it".
Another response Homer often gave was, "Hey come on. My boys are only pups. They'll grow out of it".
Edgar with his brothers and friends also vandalized property and often shoplifted candy and sodas from the general store. They tried smoking dried corn silk a few times to get high. Busting out windows was also a sport to them.
One time, Edgar, Gene and Moe roped a rear wheel of a stagecoach to a hitching post without anyone else knowing it. When the coach driver, a cougar, and his shotgun rider, a wolverine, pulled out, the rope tore several spokes out of the stagecoach wheel. The first thing the cougar had to do was to get to a Western Union telegraph office to have a telegrapher notify his next station about being delayed. In the meantime, the wolverine located a blacksmith shop to get the wheel repaired. The cougar, the wolverine and their passengers were stranded for the rest of the day until the local blacksmith, a hound, was able to repair the stagecoach wheel. After the cougar got the Western Union office to contact his dispatcher to wire funds to pay the blacksmith, they were back on their way again. Edgar, Gene and Moe found it really funny and quite entertaining watching the cougar and the wolverine making all the logistics to get the stagecoach repaired and to be back on their way.
Edgar Pitbull dropped out of school at age 12. Brother Gene dropped out of school at age 14, and Brother Moe quit school at age 11.
At age 13, Edgar and his brothers, Gene and Moe, attempted without success to rob a train on the Grand Trunk Railway with their BB guns. The engineer, a woodchuck, and his brakeman, a beaver, just laughed as the engineer kept the train going and didn't stop.
At age 19, Edgar married Nora and started a family, first son, Jake, born 1898, and second son, Eugene, born 1900.
In the same ways that Daddy Homer and Mama Mabel had let Edgar, Gene and Moe get away with mischief, once Edgar became a dad, he and Nora would also let Jake and Eugene get away with mischief.
Edgar was a heavy drinker like his dad and gambled in his later adult years.
Years later, Edgar's sons were young adults when World War 1 broke out. In 1918, Edgar had seen his younger son Eugene enter the Army during World War 1, and later get kicked out on a bad conduct discharge. Eugene's brother, Jake, faked a back injury and was exempt from the military as an H-1 in World War 1.
Edgar and his wife, Nora, were so proud to see the day when their son Eugene married Elsie, and older son Jake got married to Olivia.
Edgar and Nora became grand parents in the 1920s when Thomas and Reginald were born to Eugene and his wife, Elsie...And also when Jake Jr., Ernest and Eloise were born to Jake Sr. and his wife, Olivia.
During the prohibition era of the 1920s, Edgar and his brothers, Gene and Moe, made a good income as moonshine bootleggers. Their stilling operations were conducted on some remote, rural, wooded acreage Gene owned, with a dirt lane going deep into the woods. Because of the federal prohibition on alcohol beverages during the 1920s, nightclubs and speakeasys in nearby Detroit paid good money to have a supply of booze for their patrons.
Sons, Jake and Eugene, were young adults by then and would often help Daddy Edger, Uncle Gene and Uncle Moe brew that moonshine, along with delivering it to their clients. Rear springs in their cars were beefed up to avoid their cars having a squatted down look when loaded. Back then, a car with a squatted down look was a red flag to the feds moonshine was being hauled. Daddy Homer would occasionally lend a helping paw as a moonshine runner with grandsons, Jake Sr. and Eugene. Though by then, Homer was in his 80s with failing health.
Edger was proud to later see Eugene get a job at the Ford Motor Company factory in the year 1922. Occasionally, Eugene would still help his dad and uncles brew moonshine on some of his days off. Jake Sr.'s help brewing moonshine was more full-time, as Jake could never keep a job for very long.
By the end of the 1920s, federal prohibition of alcohol was repealed, thus brewing moonshine was no longer the lucrative business it had been.
After the stock market crash of 1929 and during the Great Depression of the 1930s, Edgar Pitbull swindled debtors posing as a bogus debt collection agent. Occasionally, Edgar and Nora would pull a real estate scam, selling counterfeit deeds to Florida land that didn't exist to anyone they perceived was naive enough to fall for it. Of course, Edgar would always run newspaper adds far out of town for;
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The arrangements were always to meet in doughnut shops away from town to conduct transactions with Edgar and Nora posing as a couple of real estate investors in a bind. Being the bogus transactions were done so far from home, those who Edgar and Nora swindled couldn't find them. Edgar and Nora swindled a lot of "suckers" with that scam.
During the Great Depression, Edgar's brother, Gene, got a scam going mailing out "get rich quick" letters. Occasionally, Gene would also mail out bogus dry cleaning bill letters to restaurants. Gene and his wife, Evelyn, later wised on to the idea of starting an underground poker operation in their garage. It involved gambling and was illegal as all Hell, but Gene and Evelyn made a good income charging a fee (called "rake") to customers in order to enter the card room. Gambling becomes more epidemic during hard times. Gene and Evelyn knew to take advantage of that fact.
Edgar's brother, Moe, panhandled for a few months. Moe being single with no offspring, later packed a bag and hopped aboard a westbound freight train bound for California because he had heard there were lots of fruit picker jobs out there. Moe eventually got arrested for vagrancy out in "that golden promise land" of California.
In 1931, Edgar seen his older son Jake Sr. get a life sentence for various convictions including bank robbery.
Edgar also saw Eugene having to quit his job with Ford and leave the state with his wife and sons in 1939 to get away from those who he owed gambling debts to.
In 1941, Edgar had seen four of his grand sons and a nephew's son get drafted into the military during World War 2. Two from his son, Eugene, two from his son, Jake, and the nephew being a son of brother Gene's son.
Of course, over the years, Edgar and his wild friends had always been Hell raisers who drank, gambled and occasionally got into bar room brawls. Edgar was quite a scrapper. Edgar's brother's Gene and Moe were also Hell raisers into their adult years.
Years later, in 1947, Edgar died of liver cancer at age 68 from his heavy drinking.
Eugene and Jake.
Reginald's dad, Eugene (1900 - 1956) was running with delinquent friends by the time he was age 6.
At age 9, Eugene, his brother Jake, and a friend, Joey Cat, stole a 1907 curve dash Oldsmobile (2 year old car at the time) resulting in getting caught and receiving 3 months in juvenile detention. At age 18, Eugene and a friend, Ricky Raccoon, age 19, burned a barn down one night and got caught. World War 1 was going on at that time, and the judge, a bear, gave Eugene and Ricky the option of joining the army in lieu of jail time. Not wanting to do jail time...again...Eugene and Ricky chose military service.
Eugene's MOS in the army was inventory and issue of field supply. Eugene and some of his army buddies who were screw-ups (known in the military as "shitbirds") would steal sleeping bags, ponchos, shelter tents, field jackets, etc. to sell out in town. At age 19, after a year and a half of military service, Eugene and two of his army buddy shitbirds were caught stealing field supplies. During Eugene's court martial for theft of government property, he was busted from corporal to private, then kicked out of the army on a bad conduct discharge.
At age 20, Eugene married Elsie and started a family. Their first son was Thomas, born in 1921. Their second son was Reginald, born in 1923. Like Daddy Edgar, Eugene was a Hell raiser, a drunk and a gambler.
At age 22, Eugene got a job at the Ford Model T assembly plant. Eugene would often steal car parts at work to bring home.
In the year 1931, Eugene's brother, Jake, couldn't find a job, and with a wife, Olivia, two sons, Jake Jr., and Ernest, and a daughter, Eloise, to provide for. It was during the Great Depression of the 1930s, and Ford Motor Company where his brother Eugene worked wasn't hiring at the time. After two months of trying to find a job, Jake purchased a gun, figuring he could get quick cash by robbing a bank. During the robbery, Jake shot a teller, a female French poodle, because he thought she was reaching for an alarm switch. However, her gunshot wound was minor and not life threatening. After completing the robbery, Jake made his getaway in a stolen 1929 Packard model 640 sedan with over $5,000.
https://www.goodingco.com/lot/1929-packard-eight-640-in...
Twenty-three miles down the road, the Michigan State Police stopped him at a road block. Jake engaged in a shootout with police for a minute before surrendering. At age 33, Jake Collindale Pitbull was found guilty of all charges by a jury of 12, then sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole.
In 1939, after Eugene worked for 17 years with Ford, he quit his job to move with his family to New Mexico. Eugene made a few bad blood enemies over unpaid gambling debts in Detroit that forced him to leave the state of Michigan for his own safety and for the safety of his family.
Eugene and his family settled in Moriarty, which was about an hour's drive from Albuquerque back in those days. Eugene soon got a job at a Ford dealership in Albuquerque as a car lot porter. His job duties include keeping track of vehicle locations on the lot, cleaning cars, inspecting incoming cars for damage in transit and ensuring a tidy lot.
Meanwhile back in Detroit, all those car parts Eugene had been stealing from the Ford factory over the years were discovered in the garage of the family's former residence. New residence who moved in were the first to find the treasure of Ford automobile parts in the garage. Inside the garage looked like an auto parts warehouse. There were all kinds of Model T parts, as well as Model A parts from the 1928 to 1931 production years, along with parts going all the way up to the 1939 models. A receipt booklet and parts sale signs were also discovered in the garage, indicating Eugene and his wife, Elsie, were selling those parts as a side income. There were even a complete flathead V8 motor for a 1932 Ford Deluxe and two transmissions for a 1937 Ford.
Of course, extradition back in those days wasn't as easily done as it is now days. Eugene and Elsie were in New Mexico. And unless New Mexico authorities showed an interest in the case, state police in Michigan couldn't touch Eugene and his wife. Eugene and Elsie basically got away with the theft and sale of those car parts from the Ford factory as long as they stayed out of Michigan.
In 1942 during the World War 2 years, Jake Jr. and Ernest's sister, Eloise, got a job at age 19 working at the Consoladated Aircraft factory in Ypsilanti, Michigan building B-24 "Liberator" bomber planes for the Army Air Corps. She was among those females known as "Rosie the Riviter" during the war. After World War 2 was over, and Consoladated had an employee lay off, Eloise married a Detroit tax accessor, Russell. With Russell's help, Eloise got a job as a zoning inspector for the city of Detroit. As a zoning inspector, Eloise would later accept bribes from business owners to ignore zoning violations. Eloise's husband, Russell, had already been taking pay offs from local politicians to manipulate property tax assessments.
After seventeen years of living in New Mexico, in 1956, Eugene died at age 56 in a knife fight at a bar in Albuquerque over a gambling argument concerning a bet on a game of pool.
Reginald and Thomas.
Reginald Pitbull (1923 - 1977) also followed in the family footsteps growing up as a delinquent renegade. At age 7, Reginald and his 9 year old brother, Thomas, were breaking into cars and tool sheds.
In 1931, when Reginald was age 8, and older brother Thomas was age 10, they heard about the bank robbery their Uncle Jake had pulled. The family also saw Jake's mugshot photo on the front page of the newspaper. After Uncle Jake's trial, the family knew seeing Uncle Jake would be limited to prison visitation from then on.
There were a few times shortly after Uncle Jake's sentencing that 8 year old Reginald proclaimed, "I wanna be like Uncle Jake when I grow up, but I'm not gonna get caught".
At age 10, Reginald and Thomas (then 12) stole dynamite from a construction site to use for fishing.
At age 13, Reginald Pitbull and two friends, a ferret and a skunk, hot wired and stole a bulldozer one night from a highway construction site. They eventually ditched the bulldozer and never got caught.
In the year 1939, the family moved to Moriarty, New Mexico because Daddy Eugene made several enemies in Detroit who vowed to kill him and harm the family over unpaid gambling debts. Hence why Daddy Eugene quit his job with Ford after 17 years in Detroit.
In 1939 in Moriarty, Reginald met Diana. They were married in 1941 at a time shortly after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor that pulled the U.S. into World War 2. At age 18, Reginald was drafted into the Navy. Diana was pregnant with Biff then, thus they qualified for military subsidized housing.
A few days later, Reginald's brother, Thomas, was drafted at age 20 into the Army Air Corps.
Reginald and Diana's 1st son, Biff, was born in December of 1942. Their 2nd son, Richie, was born in October of 1943.
Reginald and a small click of fellow Hell raiser Navy buddies would often get into mischief. There were times Reginald and his buddies were drunk while on duty. They'd get into fights with civilians in bars out in town. They've gotten taxi rides where they'd do a run-off without paying the driver.
Reginald's brother, Thomas, was also in with some wild friends in the Army Air Corps. Thomas Collendale Pitbull and his Hell raiser Army buddies were big into drinking, gambling, getting into fights, catting around with lewd females and racing automobiles on public highways. They were always rebels against authority to police out in town as well as to the MPs on base.
As for Reginald Pitbull, ironically enough, he and one of his Hell raiser Navy buddies, Joseph Coyote, did rise to the rank of petty officer 3rd class. Reginald and Joseph misused their NCO rank to allow their other Hell raiser buddies to get away with pulling shenanigans.
When Reginald was not aboard ship out at sea, he and Diana would invite some of their wild friends over to their military subsidized house for wild parties. Often the house (which was navy property) sustained damaged during those wild parties.
In 1944, when their sons were ages 1 and 2, Daddy Reginald was busted down to seaman 3rd class during a court martial after he and two other Hell raiser buddies were caught putting glue in the door locks of Lieutenant Commander Louie Ferret's car, a 1934 Chrysler Air Flow. Reginald then got kicked out of the navy on a bad conduct discharge (like his daddy did from the Army). Reginald, Diana, little Biff, and little Richie were then sent back home to Moriarty. The navy had enough of Reginald and his pranks.
A month after Reginald was kicked out of the Navy, older brother Thomas was court martialed for running an army truck assigned to him into the rear end of another army truck in a convoy while driving drunk. During the accident, Thomas was so drunk, he could hardly keep his balance enough to walk. During the court martial, Thomas Pitbull was busted from corporal to private, and kicked out of the Army Air Corps on a bad conduct discharge (also like Daddy, like Son).
Back in civilian life, Reginald got into the construction trade and eventually became a general building contractor...and a dishonest one at that.
After Reginald's older brother Thomas left the Army Air Corps, he attended trade school to be an auto mechanic. Upon completing school, Thomas Pitbull got hired on as an auto mechanic for a Chevrolet dealership in Albuquerque. Thomas had also made friends with another wild bunch who were into Hell rasing, drinking, gambling and racing automobiles.
One of Uncle Jake's sons, Cousin Ernest, was in the Army Air Corps during World War 2, and got out on an honorable discharge after the war ended. Ernest Pitbull then purchased a Harley Davidson motorcycle and became a drifter, traveling all over the country working odd jobs. Members of the family had said Ernest just needed some time to think things out and discover who he was.
As for Jake Pitbull's other son, Jake Jr., he received a general discharge under honorable conditions from the army after World War 2 ended. Jake Jr. then moved to Las Vegas, Nevada, dropping by in New Mexico on the way to visit Uncle Eugene, Aunt Elsie and cousins Reginald and Thomas.
Once in Las Vegas, Jake Jr. got a job working as a bouncer for a gambling casino. Not long thereafter, Jake Jr. got in joining the mafia.
In 1947, Thomas Pitbull met Elizabeth Pitbull. That was the same year Thomas and younger brother Reginald lost Granddad Edgar, who was also Daddy Eugene's dad, to liver cancer due to his heavy drinking.
In 1948, Eugene's wife, Elsie, lost her dad, Mickey, who was also Granddad Mick on Mom's side of the family to Reginald and Thomas, and Great Granddad Mick on Dad's side of the family to Biff and Richie (Thomas was still single at the time). Mick was a professional long haul truck driver. During the last week of April, Mick was on a long haul run delivering a flatbed trailer load of steel stock from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to the west coast. During the night coming through western Nebraska on Highway 26, Mick was getting sleepy behind the wheel of his 1941 Autocar semi tractor.
Link shows box trailer. Mick Pitbull was hauling steel stock on a flatbed trailer.
https://www.ebay.com/itm/115996635636
Mick wanted to make time, thus kept on driving, relying on little while pills and a thermos of coffee to stay awake. Mick figured he could make a stop at a doughnut shop just long enough to 'shake the cobwebs off' once he got to Scottsbluff. However, Scottsbluff was still many miles away as Mick kept on driving. At 1:47 am, traveling along that lone Nebraska highway at 65 mph, Mickey Pitbull fell asleep at the wheel, running his big rig loaded with steel off the road, overturning it and crashed it. During the crash, chain binders busted loose, and all that steel lunged forward piercing through the cab of the tractor like harpoons with Mick inside. It was the end of life's road for Mickey Pitbull.
Thomas and Elizabeth got married and started a family; daughter Amy, and sons Chet and Milton. Amy, Chet and Milton had also become renegade rebel offspring following in the family footsteps, like their dad Thomas, their Uncle Reginald, their grandfather Eugene, their great grandfather Edgar, their cousins Biff and Richie, and their dad's cousins Ernest and Jake Jr.
In 1949, Thomas and Reginald's cousin, Ernest, joined up with the Hell's Angeles motorcycle gang, which was a year after the gang was formed.
Some family members remarked, "Ernest found his niche as a biker".
In 1953, a new house Reginald Pitbull was contracted to build burned down 3 months following completion, which was due to shoddy workmanship by drunkard electrial subcontractors Reginald had hired for cheap on the job. The tayra family who hired the services of Reginald Pitbull launched a lawsuit. However, Reginald hired a slick weasel attorney who was able to get the case dismissed on technicalities.
Older brother Thomas was no less dishonest. At the Chevrolet dealership where he worked, he would always find ways to swindle customers, including talking them into repairs that were not necessary, then bill the customer for work that was never done.
In 1955, Thomas Pitbull and his brother Reginald beat Elton Great Dane almost to death. It was over Elton accusing Thomas's wife, Elizabeth, of being a trollop. Of course, Elton had a three week stay in the hospital to think about the consequences of spreading vicious accusations.
In 1956, Reginald and Thomas lost their dad, Eugene, to a knife fight in a bar in Albuquerque, which was over a gambling argument at a pool table. It was only 9 years after Eugene lost his dad to liver cancer. Needless to say, Eugene's wife, Elsie, took it pretty hard.
When Jake Pitbull Jr. found out from the family about Eugene's death, he promised, "I'll get some of the wise guys from the mafia to hunt down that no good schmuck who knifed Uncle Eugene. You can bet on that".
When Ernest Pitbull found out, he swore, "That son of a bitch who stabbed Uncle Eugene better hope us Hell's Angels boys don't find out who he is. If we do, he's as good as dead already".
Reginald had mentioned, "That scumbag who killed Dad better hope the prison system keeps him a long time. If they don't, there's a bullet with his name on it loaded in my gun kept in my nightstand".
Thomas Pitbull added, "Well, according to what Cousin Jake and Cousin Ernest assured us, that cheapjack who killed Dad will have the mafia and the Hell's Angels after his ass if he gets out anytime soon".
In the spring of 1957, Thomas and Elizabeth's younger son, Milton, at age 6, set a vacant house trailer on fire. Milton Pitbull did it on a dare from a friend, 8 year old Patrick Weasel. Both Milton and Patrick were caught, resulting in each one doing 9 months in juvenile detention.
Around sundown one evening in July of 1957, Richie Pitbull, who was then age 14, got into trouble. As cubs and younger teenagers were still out playing in the neighborhood, Richie found a 3 and a half foot length of lightweight chain on the shoulder of the street.
"Whatcha got there?", thirteen year old Timmy Otter asked Richie.
"This cool chain", Richie answered. "It musta fell offa truck or something".
Richie then glanced up at some power lines, then asked Timmy, "Wanna see something?".
"What is it?". Timmy Otter asked.
"I bet I can flip this chain up into those electric lines", Richie said.
"Betcha ain't gonna do it", Timmy replied.
"Oh yea? Watch this", Richie proclaimed as he began spinning the chain around as fast as he can.
Once Richie got the chain spinning good and fast, he let go of it, allowing it to fling up into the power lines. The chain shorted across two lines making a bright blue flash with a loud >buzzzzzz<, followed by a very loud >BANG<. Then down went a power line to the ground.
"Wow! That's funny as anything!", Timmy Otter exclaimed as he and Richie laughed at the downed power line buzzing and popping all over the ground.
"Hey look! A black-out!", Richie laughed as he noticed power was knocked out to several blocks in the neighborhood.
Unbeknown to Richie and Timmy though, a Moriarty city police car, a 1956 Ford, was cruising through, and two police officers saw the whole thing happen. The wolf officer who was driving turned on the roof mounted red beacon flasher as they approached.
"Those youngsters just now noticed us", the fox police partner said as the officers saw Richie and Timmy get startled with the headlights and red flasher shining on them.
Lit up by the headlights of their patrol car along with sweeps of red light from the car's roof beacon, the police officers saw Timmy Otter taking off running down the street, and saw Richie Pitbull taking off running to the right away from the street toward some houses.
As the wolf stopped the patrol car, he said to the fox, "Make sure no one gets near that power line. I'll chase down that little delinquent".
Richie hopped a wire fence, bending it down, and ran across someone's back yard. The wolf was able to hurtle the fence without doing further damage to it in pursuit of Richie. Richie then hopped a chain link fence into another back yard as the chain link sounded >chink chink chink chink chink<. The wolf hopped the chain link fence right behind Richie as the chain link sounded >chink chink chink chink chink<. In that 2nd back yard, the wolf caught up to Richie, tackled him to the ground and put the cuffs on him.
"Heyyyy! Let me go! I didn't do nothin' ", Richie retorted.
"Save it for a judge, wise guy", the wolf officer replied.
An ocelot family who resided there came out the back door of their house to find out what was going on. When the wolf police officer explained the situation, the ocelot family opened the gate beside their house to let him out of the back yard with Richie.
The police officer then marched Richie around the block over to where the power line was down.
As the wolf placed Richie in the back of the patrol car, the fox informed the wolf, "I've already radioed HQ to notify the utility company".
"Good going", the wolf complimented the fox. "We definitely need them out here".
Once a power company crew arrived and took control of the situation, the police officers were able to take Richie to juvenile jail.
At Richie's trial, that little stunt earned him 6 months in reform school, plus a power company bill being sent to his parents, Reginald and Diana, for repair to the power line.
The neighbor couple, a cacomistle couple, whose wire fence Richie bent down while evading the police officer took Reginald and Diana to small claims court for the repair to their fence.
One afternoon in April of 1959, Thomas and Elizabeth's older son, Chet, at age 10, drove a stolen getaway car for an older teenage friend, Wendell Opossum, who committed an armed robbery of a liquor store. The stolen get away car was a black and gold, 1959 DeSoto Adventurer, 2 door hardtop (brand new car at the time).
Once Wendall Opossum robbed the liquor store and hopped in the car with the gun and bag of stolen loot, Chet Pitbull momentarily stepped on the gas with the DeSoto in neutral.
"It's push button! Remember?! Push drive!", Wendell said to Chet.
Chrysler automatic transmissions in the late 1950s and early 1960s were push button controlled.
"Oh yea! I almost forgot!", Chet replied as he pressed drive on the transmission control button panel to the left of the instrument panel.
With the car now in drive, Chet floored the accelerator and the 350 horse power DeSoto took off smoking the rear tires as Chet and Wendell made their get away. Chet and Wendell chuckled over how quickly the DeSoto accelerated, going from zero to 60 in a little over seven seconds.
"Wow! This car's like a bat outta Hell!", Wendell Opossum proclaimed with a chuckle.
"I wanna car like this one when I grow up", Chet said as he continued to accelerate until he quickly got the DeSoto up to 85 mph on their way out of town.
Ten year old Chet, who could barely see over the dash board, got that 1959 DeSoto up to 120 mph in almost no time on Route 66 upon leaving Albuquerque out on rural open highway.
"Ho boy, we're rich rich rich, baby! We got quite a haul here", Wendell Opossum proclaimed to Chet Pitbull as he held up the brown paper bag full of money he had just robbed from the liquor store.
"Wow, Wendell! You're my hero!...Yea!", Chet said as he looked toward Wendell while driving at 120 mph along Route 66.
"Keep your eyes on the road, Chet!", Wendell exclaimed to Chet.
"Oh, oh yea", Chet replied as he turned his attention back to driving.
Though driving a car was a new thing to little 10 year old Chet Pitbull, he took to it well like it was a natural to him.
Chet and Wendell felt like they were cruising on top of the world with that euphoric feeling of freedom of the highway flying along at 120 mph in that really cool powerful DeSoto. For about a few minutes, Chet had that DeSoto up to nearly 130 mph.
Even though Wendell felt a little nervous about traveling at 130 mph, he cheerfully boasted, "Wow! Wow!...We really flying now, cat. This car's really movin' it!"
Little 10 year old Chet sat scooted up on the edge of the seat in order for his feet to reach the pedals, and looking through the steering wheel and barely over the dash to see where he was driving. And having all that money robbed from the liquor store made Chet and Wendell feel like kings. As 10 year old get away driver, Chet Pitbull, and 17 year old gunman, Wendell Opossum, sped down the highway at nearly 130 mph, they felt like they were "big boys" and that nothing in the world can possibly stop them. For that brief moment in time, Wendell and Chet experienced an illusion of being sovereign, as though they had ascended themselves above subjugation to authority.
Wendell Opossum said to Chet Pitbull as Chet agreed, "We couldn't have picked a better car to snag, Chet. This baby's really fast. This car is our ticket to getting away without being caught".
As Chet continued driving with his speed now back down to 120 mph, he asked Wendell, "Hey, Wendell. You think we can be robbers when we grow up?".
Knowing Chet didn't know any better being age 10, Wendell humored him by replying, "Could be. With a car like this one...Yea".
Upon Wendell's reply, Chet had delusions of grandeur of him and Wendell living out the rest of their lives like brothers traveling the countryside in that 1959 DeSoto, robbing stores very much like Bonnie Ferret and Clyde Weasel did in a 1934 Ford, robbing banks 25 years earlier.
However...About 12 miles down the road, there was a New Mexico State Police road block up ahead, consisting of three officers; Sergeant Gabriel Cougar, Trooper Dave Bear and Trooper Earl Fox, with their cars: two 1958 Ford patrol cars and a 1957 Ford patrol car.
"Oh Hell! Damn!", Wendell retorted as the road block came into view upon cresting where the road went over a rise.
At 120 mph, Chet had to scoot off the driver's seat to stand up on the brake petal with both feet while grasping the steering wheel and slamming on the brakes to stop in time from ramming the patrol cars. Antilock brakes were not a thing in those days, thus the more than 12 seconds the car's tires were screaming and smoking against the pavement for a distance of about 900 feet seemed almost like forever to Chet and Wendell until the DeSoto finally skidded to a complete stop 250 feet from the state police cars.
"Oh hot mama!", Wendell Opossum retorted as the officers came running with guns drawn.
Wendell frantically instructed Chet Pitbull, "Turn around! Turn around! Turn around! Let's get the Hell outta here! I think we can outrun them!.
As Chet began to turn the DeSoto around while fumbling with the transmission control buttons he was unfamiliar with, four more state police cars came racing up from behind Chet and Wendell and skidded to a stop, consisting of two 1958 Ford patrol cars, and two 1959 Ford patrol cars, thus blocking off their only avenue of escape.
"FREEZE! PUT YOU PAWS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM! NOW!", Sergeant Alton Wolf shouted as he and three other officers; Sergeant Jayden Cheetah, Trooper Nolan Badger and Trooper Turner Wolverine, quickly dashed out of their patrol cars and approached the DeSoto with guns drawn.
The only option Chet Pitbull and Wendell Opossum had was to surrender. They were surrounded by 7 New Mexico State Police officers with guns drawn, and a state police airplane showed up and began circling above. The thrill ride was over.
As the officers ordered Chet and Wendell to slowly exit the car, they were hoping the youngsters wouldn't do anything stupid. Although having to use deadly force on a youngster would be any police officer's nightmare to have to live with, if Wendell had turned his gun on them, or if Chet had attempted to run them over with the DeSoto, the officers would not have hesitated. After all, no officer wants to die in the line of duty. Little 10 year old Chet Pitbull began crying, thinking of how his Daddy Thomas' uncle, Jake, robbed a bank in Michigan in 1931 and got life without parole. Chet Pitbull and Wendell Opossum were cuffed and taken into custody with no resistance.
At their trials; Chet Pitbull being age 10, got two years of reform school. Wendell Opossum being age 17, was tried as an adult and was sentenced to 20 years. For Wendell, his sentence was 3 years longer than the amount of years he had so far lived in life. It was later found out the gun Wendell Opossum used in the robbery was his Daddy's 38 he had taken without Daddy knowing about it.
As for the 1959 DeSoto, it was returned undamaged to it's rightful owners, a wolverine couple.
A juvenile case worker, a female cat, recommended psychiatric counseling for 10 year old Chet after such an experience. However, Daddy Thomas and Mama Elizabeth wouldn't hear of it.
Daddy Thomas flat out got up in the case worker's face and raged at her, "Who the Hell do you think you are anyway?! That ain't happening, damn it! Our son's not a nut!".
The juvenile case worker had been aware that the Collindale Pitbulls were a wildly rough family with their fair share of Hell raisers. Her coworkers then told her about incidents of those who got into confrontations with the family getting severely hurt. Fearing the family, the case worker backed off from that idea of psychiatric counseling for little Chet Pitbull.
In the music video linked below, there are pictures of 1959 DeSotos. The first two pictures in the video show a DeSoto that looks exactly like the one Chet and Wendell had stolen.
Bob Morris - I Knew I'd Lose Again
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fN0jt0Ckwa0
The song in the video wasn't around until 4 years later in 1963.
Of course, Biff and Richie were mighty proud of their cousin Chet and his friend Wendell for pulling that off.
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The pictures in August of 1960 below shows when Sergeant Alton Wolf and Trooper Dave Bear will be rescuing a beaver from an overturned car with a gasoline leak a year later in the summer of 1960.
In May of 1960, Sergeant Alton Wolf has a brand new 1960 Ford patrol car reissued to him. While working a night shift in May, the 1959 Ford patrol car that Alton had been driving gets totaled after he pulls over a drunk raccoon in a Dodge pick up truck. The drunk raccoon puts the truck in reverse, floors the accelerator, and rams the front of Alton's 1959 Ford hard enough to bend the frame, thereby totaling it as Alton braces himself against the steering wheel and holds the brakes to avoid being injured. The raccoon takes off, but gets caught 21 miles down the highway by other state police officers.
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A month after Chet and Wendell got into trouble, it was at around 10:00 am one morning in May of 1959, Thomas and Elizabeth's daughter, Amy, at age 12, earned a year along with a friend in juvenile detention. Amy Pitbull and a fellow 6th grade classmate, Sally Fox, were playing hookie from school one day. Upon finding a payphone, the two girls thought it would be funny to phone a bomb threat to their school.
How they got caught was, when a police officer, a German Shepherd, drove by in his 1957 Ford patrol car, Amy dropped the receiver and both girls took off running leaving the receiver dangling by the cord. The officer knew that didn't look like a normal phone call, and began chasing them on foot. Amy and Sally then cut across a city block. The officer got back in his patrol car and sped around the city block, then caught the girls on the next street over. After the officer radioed in a report of catching the girls, two other police officers soon arrived on the scene. The officers then detained Amy Pitbull and Sally Fox long enough for the call to be traced from the school to that phone. Amy and Sally were then taken to juvenile jail.
Of course, Biff and Richie thought it was cool and funny their cousin Amy and her friend called in a bomb threat to the school...especially after seeing pictures in the newspaper of Amy Pitbull and Sally Fox the next day.
Biff and Richie.
Reginald and Diana's contribution to the next generation were their sons, Biff (1942-1960) and Richie (1943-1960).
In the year 1959, Biff and Richie were old enough to drive. Daddy Reginald and Mama Diana were driving a 1958 Cadillac earlier that year. Biff and Richie were allowed to take the 1957 Cadillac their parents had driven the year before, which was still titled in Reginald and Diana's names.
Now that Biff and Richie had "a set of wheels", they were able cruise around and cause all kinds of mischief. Their friend, Gaston, would tag along with them, as well as their girlfriends; Sandra, Roxanne and Avia. The six of them would often refer to themselves as "the gang".
Cruising around in Daddy's 1957 Cadillac, Biff and Richie, along with Gaston and their girlfriends, would occasionally pull up into a liquor store parking lot. Being they were teenagers, they would pay an adult who was age 21 or older to buy a 5th of Old Crow whiskey for them. They would also get Viceroy cigarettes from the cigarette vending machines that were around back in those days, which were the kind with the pull knobs for each selection.
The delinquent teenage pitbulls would steal gumball machines to bust them open for the pennies. They've also vandalized coin-op laundromats, then stole the money from the washers and dryers they've destroyed.
In the summer of 1959, Reginald and Diana traded the 1957 Cadillac in for a brand new 1959 model. Biff and Richie were then given use of the 1958 Cadillac.
In a family like that, small wonder that Reginald and Diana Pitbull had always let their delinquent sons, Biff and Richie get away with anything they want...After all, it's been a family tradition...Each generation a chip off the ole block.
Biff and Richie with their friend, Gaston and their girlfriends, Sandra, Roxanne and Aiva, caused so much mischief, it's almost you name it, they've done it.
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In the spring of the year 1960, Reginald and Diana traded the 1958 Cadillac in for a brand new 1960 Cadillac convertible. With the money Reginald swindled out of customers as a dishonest building contractor, he and his wife could easily afford a brand new Cadillac each year.
Upon purchase of the 1960 model, Biff and Richie were now given use of the 1959 Cadillac.
Biff and Richie felt like they were really cruising around in style riding in Daddy's one year old 1959 Cadillac. Gaston and their girlfriends really liked that sleek 1959 Cadillac with the big fins that were so cool.
Of course, Biff and Richie were looking forward to next year when they would have that 1960 convertible when the day comes Mom and Dad trades the 1959 in for a brand new 1961.
During the school year, Biff, Richie and Gaston would occasionally skip class at high school to come by at the nearby elementary school to rob lunch money from the cubs while their classes were out for recess. The stolen money was then put toward the purchases of their whiskey and cigarettes after school. During one of those lunch money robberies on the play ground, Biff beat up 3rd grader Bucky Beaver. Upon another student bringing it to third grade teacher Glenda Otter's attention, Glenda ran Biff, Richie and Gaston off. After the school nurse treated Bucky Beaver, it was determined that Biff had beaten up Bucky so bad, he had to be taken out of school for the day to be seen by a doctor. Afterwards, high school principal Clayton Wolf gave Biff, Richie and Gaston after school detention everyday for several weeks scrubbing and cleaning sidewalks. Rufus Opossum was the school janitor, who's work day normally ended an hour or so after school let out. Principal Clayton Wolf put Rufus Opossum in charge of supervising Biff, Richie and Gaston during their after school detention scrubbing sidewalks. Clayton Wolf also instigated Rufus Opossum up to antagonizing Biff, Richie and Gaston, which Rufus had fun doing.
Shortly before the Class of 1960 graduated high school, Reginald and Diana's sons, Biff and Richie, accompanied by their friend, Gaston, pulled the school fire alarm. The school football coach, a cougar, caught them in the act, which resulted in the three delinquent pitbull teenagers spending half the summer in jail. Gaston and Richie did their time in juvenile jail being age 17. Biff did his time in adult jail being age 18, and had to occasionally go out on a chain gang to pick up trash alongside the highways.
After Biff, Richie and Gaston were released from jail, they and their girlfriends placed a life size dummy on the Southern Pacific Railroad tracks for a passenger train to hit. The locomotive crew thought it actually was someone and put the train in emergency stop, then radioed they had hit somebody.
They've tossed empty bottles from their Cadillac at other cars on the highways.
Richie once spit a mouth full of whiskey from the car window on a raccoon who was hitchhiking.
They've done their share of vandalism and shoplifting.
One time, they've unsuccessfully attempted to steal a car in Colorado. Their game plan was to get a stolen car back to New Mexico, then apply for a replacement for a lost title. Back in the day, it was easier to pull that off if a stolen car was from out of state.
In the a.m. hours one night, they placed a bent up piece of re-bar on a street in Albuquerque so they can watch a car come along and hit it. The car that hit it so happened to be a Bernalillo County Sheriff's car, a 1959 Ford driven by a deputy fox with his partner, a female rabbit. That stunt pulled by those teenagers resulted in a high speed chase at speeds well over 100 mph. However, the sheriff patrol car had radiator damage from hitting the re-bar which caused it to overheat during the chase and quit running with a seized up engine. Thus, the delinquent pitbull teenagers got away with it.
One morning in November of 1960, Biff and Richie snuck Daddy's gun from their parents' nightstand. Reginald and Diana had always let their sons get away with just about anything they want. However, if Daddy Reginald had ever caught the boys taking his gun without his permission, that would be one of the few things he'd beat their asses for. Biff and Richie then headed out to Arizona with Daddy's gun in the 1959 Cadillac their dad lets them use. Their plan of the day was to rob a locally owned grocery store in Wilcox, Arizona. Biff and Richie figured by committing a robbery that far from home, no one would know who they were.
It's like a saying Daddy Reginald had always told the boys about choosing your hometown to be pulling shenanigans in, "Don't shit too close to home. It stinks too much".
Once Biff and Richie arrived to the grocery store and went inside making their way to the counter, Biff pulled the gun while Richie held a travel bag open demanding, "Fill 'er up and no one gets hurt".
The store owner, a wolf, made a sudden move which Biff perceived he was going for a gun. Biff pulled the trigger only for the gun to make a click sound. It was then it dawned on Biff and Richie they forgot to bring the ammo.
Biff and Richie dashed out of the store with the store owner chasing and shooting at them. Biff and Richie high tailed it out of there in the Cadillac with the store owner and an employee, a coyote, chasing them in the store owner's 1959 Dodge. During the chase, the store owner held his gun out the window and fired a few shots ahead at the Cadillac while the employee drove. The store owner's Dodge topped out at 117 mph, and the Cadillac could top out at 124 mph. As the Cadillac began to loose the Dodge, the store owner gave up on the chase. But it wasn't long before the city police were chasing Biff and Richie at high speed through the city of Wilcox, two of the three police cars in the chase being 1956 Plymouth Savoy interceptor specials, and one a 1955 Plymouth interceptor.
On the way out of town at 124 mph with the three police cars in hot pursuit, Biff said to Richie, "Now's a good a time as any to toss the jar".
The jar was a large pickle jar full of roofing nails.
Richie tossed the jar up over the Cadillac, saying, "Take this, coppers".
The jar exploded upon striking the pavement at 120 mph, scattering hundreds of roofing nails bouncing down the road in the path of the police cars. The police cars got their tires punctured all the way around with the roofing nails, along with some nails bouncing up high enough to bounce off of their grills and windshields. The police who were chasing Biff and Richie had to abandon the chase because of the tires of their patrol cars being full of roofing nails. It wasn't long before Biff and Richie had crossed over the state line back into New Mexico. Although Arizona had radioed an APB to New Mexico for the 1959, gold and white Cadillac, New Mexico State Police had pulled over several gold and white, 1959 Cadillacs that day fitting that description. However, two of them were 4 door, and three that had roof pillars behind the doors instead of being a hard top, and one had a sedan roof profile with a rear roof ledge instead of being a fast back. But none of them they pulled over were the Collindale Pitbull Cadillac.
Biff and Richie made it back to Moriarty without being caught. After they got home, Biff put Daddy's gun back in the nightstand the first opportunity he got without Daddy finding out.
Gore warning...Gruesome high speed car wreck ahead.
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On the night before Christmas Eve in 1960, Biff and Richie, along with their friend, Gaston, died in a high speed car wreck as a result of Biff loosing control of Daddy's 1959 Cadillac at 124 mph while racing out on Highway 54 with another teenager, Danny Otter, who was driving a 1958 Studebaker Goldenhawk (high performance Studebaker factory equipped with a supercharger).
It all started at a soda and record hop on Route 66 when Biff was bragging how his dad's Cadillac can beat Danny's Studebaker Goldenhawk, calling Danny's car a "kiddy car". Biff, Richie, Gaston and their girlfriends had been drinking.
Danny Otter, a fellow alumni of the high school Class of 1960, told Biff to put up some money where his mouth is. Biff challenged Danny to a race, and Danny accepted. Thus Danny and Biff had another fellow alumni from the Class of 1960, Orville Hound, hold the bet money they waged until after the race was over.
The race was to be 46 miles with the finish line being the Santa Fe Railroad crossing in Vaughn 46 miles away.
Danny gave Biff a 5 minute head start. Riding with Danny were his girlfriend, Lidia Otter, and a teenage beaver couple, Carl and Susan. Riding with Biff were his younger brother, Richie, and their friend, Gaston Pitbull. Their girlfriends, Sandra, Roxanne and Avia waited at The Hop for the boys to return after the race was over.
During the race, Biff, Richie and Gaston felt sure they were going to win. Along Highway 54 south of Pastura, cruising at 100 mph with the broken center line on the highway looking like flashing dots lit up by the headlights in the night, and as the Cadillac's car radio was playing What a Dolly by Red Berry https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=1zP1MOUemJo&pp=ygUWd2... , Biff, Richie and Gaston would pass the 5th of Old Crow Whiskey around. However, they later noticed headlights behind gaining on them. Upon Biff, Richie and Gaston realizing it was Danny Otter catching up to them at a speed of 140 mph, Biff sped the Cadillac up to 124 mph, which was as fast as it can go. There was an oncoming car, but Danny barely had time enough to speed past Biff and get back into the right lane ahead of Biff in time to miss the oncoming car. However, Biff was determined to not let that happen, trying to block Danny from passing him.
Biff made the fatel mistake of cutting the steering wheel of that 5,000 pound Cadillac too quickly at 124 mph (200 kph) in an attempt to prevent Danny Otter from passing him. The handling of Cadillac automobiles back in those days was by no means nimble. The Cadillac began to skid out of control with tires screaming and smoking against the pavement. Danny Otter had to punch the brakes and swerve to avoid rear ending the Cadillac, which threw Danny's Studebaker to skidding all ovet the highway. Biff's wild attempts to regain control got that 5,000 pound Cadillac swerving and fishtailing all over the highway at 124 mph with tires screaming and smoking against the pavement. The Cadillac then flipped at 124 mph with busted glass and pieces flying all over the highway as the car lights went out and the radio stopped playing. The Cadillac struck sparks in the night flipping over at high speed against the pavement. The driver's door flung open and tore off and Biff was ejected and catapulted like a rag doll ahead of the Cadillac. Amid the noise of the Cadillac flipping over and the sound of the Studebaker's tires screaming against the pavement, Danny, Lidia, Carl and Susan could hear Biff hollering as he was ejected. A second before Danny's Studebaker went swerving and skidding at 135 mph past the Cadillac, the Studebaker's headlights momentarily shining on Biff being catapulted through the air in the night darkness looked surreal and eerie.
The torn off and buckled driver's door of the Cadillac struck the side of Danny Otter's Studebaker.
Biff flew with his body as a flying missile at over 124 mph and slammed head-on into the front end of the oncoming car, a 1956 Oldsmobile traveling at 60 mph (97 kph). Biff's body literally exploded all over the Oldsmobile and all over the highway pavement and adjacent right-of-way upon impact against the hood, left headlight and massive bumper of the Oldsmobile. For the wolf family in the Oldsmobile already swerving off the road, it was a horrifying experience witnessing Biff's body suddenly appear head-on at them lit up by their headlights and exploding against the front of their car, followed by narrowly escaping a head-on collision from the Cadillac flipping over at 124 mph with Danny Otter's Studebaker swerving almost out of control at 135 mph past the Cadillac. Biff's body struck the Oldsmobile with enough force to buckle the hood, bow out the left fender, damage the grill, crack up the windshield where some of Biff's body fragments struck it, and tear off the rocket plane style hood ornament, despite the fact cars were built from real Detroit iron and steel in those days.
https://youtu.be/saDUGaWBs3s?t=125
If anyone has ever seen how a deer looks like chunks of mincemeat on bloodstained pavement after being run over on a busy interstate highway for about an hour, that's how Biff Collindale Pitbull looked scattered along a 250 foot section of Highway 54 and adjacent right-of-way after striking the Oldsmobile head on. The Oldsmobile still moving at 60 mph off the road was pelted head on by a 124 mph hail of pieces and broken glass from the Cadillac.
One of the large rear bumper ends tore off of the Cadillac and barely missed coming in through the windshield of Danny's Studebaker. Had the bumper end came through the windshield, which it didn't, it was big enough to where it would have decapitated someone.
Richie was also ejected and catapulted ahead of the Cadillac and went slamming like a rag doll along the adjacent highway right-of-way at 124 mph, breaking every bone and rupturing every organ in his body. Richie was then crushed and smeared flat like a pancake beneath the roof of the Cadillac as the Cadillac flipped over on him at nearly 124 mph. Richie's blood and organ fragments were busted out of his flattened body. His head was flattened sideways to two inches wide with eyeballs and brain matter popped out of his crushed and shattered skull. His throat and esophagus was squashed out of his mouth, and his colon squashed out of his anus. At one point, Richie's flattened body flew through the air at 100 mph spinning cartwheels 15 feet above the ground.
The Cadillac then struck and wrapped around a power line pole sideways and upside down with an extremely loud >BANG< still at nearly 124 mph, snapping the pole like a matchstick down onto the highway with Gaston still inside the car. With the driver's door gone, Gaston was the only thing between the power line pole and the interior of the Cadillac. There was no driver's door between Gaston and that pole. Upon impact into the pole at nearly 124 mph, Gaston and the seat upholstery were impaled into the seat springs like jello through a potato masher. Some of Gaston's remains exploded several hundred feet out beyond from where the Cadillac struck the pole. The front seat area of the Cadillac where Gaston ended up was crushed to less than two feet wide against the broken pole, with the front and rear portions of the car bent around the pole shaping the car like a boomerang. The force of impact was also severe enough to tear the left windshield pillar away from the left door hinge pillar and cowl, along with breaking apart the car's hourglass shaped X frame where the passenger's side front frame rail meets the center X.
The inside of the Cadillac was plastered with Gaston's blood, which was mingled with motor oil and transmission fluid from the Cadillac's engine and transmission being busted open. The top of Gaston's skull ended up in the southbound lane of Highway 54. In addition, electrical power was knocked out to the town of Pastura several miles north resulting from Biff taking the power line pole down with Daddy and Mommy's Cadillac.
Danny Otter did barely manage to keep his car somewhat under control as it skidded all over the highway at 130 mph with tires screaming and smoking against the pavement, and kicking up stones against the bottom of the car from the road shoulders. Danny's car then left the highway beyond Danny's control and plowed through brush and bushes still at a high rate of speed. However...Danny did regain enough control of his car to prevent it from spinning out and flipping over. It took more than a mile for Danny Otter to bring the Studebaker to a safe stop from nearly 140 mph because of not being able to use the brakes. Being the car was already skidding around at a high rate of speed, applying the brakes would have locked the front wheels, allowing the car to be thrown into a spin beyond Danny's control and flipping it over. Danny was aware of this and knew to stay off the brakes while trying to bring a car out of a skid.
For Danny, Lidia, Carl and Susan, that distance for over a mile it took for Danny to get his car stopped was a surreal and gruelingly scary high speed ride to the four of them from the time they witnessed the deaths of Biff, Richie and Gaston to the time Danny finally got his car to a safe stop. Needless to say, during that wild ride, the four of them saw their lives flash before their eyes. After they had stopped, the Studebaker was stuck in loose sand where they had run off the road, and with a punctured radiator from plowing through brush and bushes.
As for the wolf family, Daddy Wolf was able to bring their Oldsmobile to a safe stop, and with their three cubs crying and scared nearly out of their wits.
It all happened quick too. From the moment Biff began loosing control of the Cadillac until the instant the Cadillac struck the power line pole was not much more than 12 seconds. However, to the occupants in the thee cars involved, those seconds they've experienced felt like an eternity.
After the wolf family rode over to see if Danny Otter and the others were okay, Daddy Wolf was about to drag Danny Otter out of his Studebaker and give him a good beating. And Daddy Wolf was capable of hurting Danny Otter really bad too. Danny and Lidia locked the doors, thus Daddy Wolf picked up a rock preparing to smash out the driver's window to get to Danny. The only thing that stopped the situation from escalating any further was his wife talking him out of it.
After the wolf family rode to nearby Vaughn where they found a payphone and reported the accident, state police were the first to arrive to the wreck scene.
This was the most horrific car wreck with the most gruesome carnage that many of the first responders would experience in their entire careers.
Police officers working the crash site already knew from the moment they arrived, there was no point in dispatching an ambulance to the scene. The county coroner's department was called out instead.
A wrecker crew arrived not long afterward. A tanker fire truck was also dispatched to the scene in case a fire was to break out.
Once the Cadillac was dragged away from the power line pole and turned back upright with a truck and a chain, state police and coroner's workers had the grim grizzly task of having to cut seat springs out with bolt cutters in order to remove chunks of Gaston piece by piece out of the mangled wreckage of what was once a 1959 Cadillac Coupe-De-Ville. Some of Gaston's pieces went into a body bag still entangled into pieces of seat spring that were cut out of the car.
Biff was literally swept up off the pavement with push brooms, and scooped up into a body bag with flat shovels, then the blood washed off the highway with the fire department tanker truck.
As for Richie, police officers and coroner's workers folded his flattened out body like a tarp, then stuffed it into a body bag. Organ fragments were falling off of Richie's remains during that process.
After the wreck, the Cadillac was barely recognizable as a 1959 Cadillac Coupe-de-Ville and had to be loaded onto a flatbed truck with a crane to be hauled away. The Cadillac was torn up so bad it was impossible to tow it with a tow truck. Pieces were still occasionally falling off of the Cadillac as the crane was lifting it over to load it onto the flatbed truck.
A bet of $100 was waged on that race. That's like $1,000 in 21st Century economy. Of course, nobody won that bet.
Needless to say, of those police officers who worked that wreck scene that night, not many of them had the appetite for coffee and doughnuts during the remainder of their shifts after dealing with such a gruesome car wreck.
After the wolf family got home that night and went to bed, their three cubs were having nightmares about being in bad car wrecks. Thus the cubs had to sleep with Mom and Dad that night where they felt safe.
Real late that night at the morgue, they saw no need to perform autopsies on Biff, Richie and Gaston. In fact, the only time the body bags were partially opened was to obtain blood samples to test for alcohol content, which tested positive of course. This was especially being that a piece of an Old Crow whiskey bottle was found among the debris field scattered on the highway, and the blood on that whiskey bottle fragment was recent. The body bags were then sent straight to the funeral home with labels identifying who was inside each one. The body bags were never again opened.
After the crash scene was cleared following the accident investigation that night, a blizzard had set in. Members of a repair crew from the power utility company had to be called out of bed from home to go out and work replacing the pole and restoring the lines during the night. And that job was in heavy snowfall and brutal howling winds with temperatures around minus 12 degrees F. The kegs of hot coffee on the job site were certainly a welcome blessing. Needless to say, members of the repair crew did not appreciate the teenagers having a road race, crashing down a pole, and having them routed out of their beds with phone calls to be out in those weather conditions restoring electrical power. Shortly before dawn, with a blanket of snow across the land left by the blizzard, electrical service was finally restored to the town of Pastura. The members of the power company repair crew could now return the trucks back to the shop and go home to their families on that Christmas Eve morning.
At the funeral home, the body bags containing the pulverized remains of Biff, Richie and Gaston were placed directly into the caskets. Obviously when family members and friends paid their final respects, the funerals were closed casket.
As for the wrecked Cadillac, Reginald and Diana were denied insurance reimbursement being that their older son, Biff, had been drinking while driving shortly before the time of the wreck. Another reason insurance reimbursement for that car was denied, was because of the fact Biff's parents allowed him to drive their car without Biff possessing a valid driver's license.
There weren't any parts fit for salvage of that wrecked Cadillac. At a junkyard dealer's auction, the highest bid the auction house was able to obtain in behalf of Reginald and Diana was $2 from a junkyard parts dealer, Benny Bear. Benny was able to profit by selling the wrecked Cadillac only as scrap metal to a recycling yard for $35. In 21st Century economy, that would be like Benny Bear bidding on the wrecked Cadillac for $20 and fetching a $350 return from the recycling yard.
Insurance claims were soon filed against Reginald and Diana's insurance company by the power utility company, and by the wolf family who's 1956 Oldsmobile was badly damaged by Biff's body slamming head-on into it. The insurance company then canceled Reginald and Diana's policy on their other Cadillac, a 1960 model, and their 1959 Chevy El-Camino as a result of the claims stemming from that wreck. Thus that left Reginald and Diana having to seek a high risk insurance company to insure their remaining two cars, on top of the trauma of already losing their two sons, Biff and Richie.
During their search for an insurance company, an agent of one company told Reginald and Diana, "I'm going to be honest with you. Our company wouldn't come near you two with a 60 foot pole right now...Sorry".
When Reginald and Diana finally found a company that would insure them, their premiums were quadruple what they had been paying to their former company.
By the way, Danny Otter was arrested, found guilty and sentenced to five years in prison for his part in a car race on a public highway that resulted in three deaths.
The years that followed.
In the following year, 1961, Reginald and Thomas lost their grandmother, Nora, who was also Elsie's mother-in-law. Nora died in her sleep at age 81.
Following the deaths of their two sons, Reginald and Diana turned to heavy drinking.
Most of the construction jobs Reginald ran, he did so while he had been drinking. Of course, most of the subcontractors and their crews Reginald regularly hired were also drunks.
For years, one of the county building inspectors accepted bribes from Reginald and his subcontractors to approve and pass slipshod work they had done.
A commercial store building Reginald was contracted to build for owners of a pawn shop was built so slipshod, the building had to be condemned and slated for demolition only a few years after it was built. It was a different building inspector who was not on the take with Reginald and his subcontractors who condemned the building. By that time, the building inspector who had been taking bribes had been fired. Needless to say, the pawn shop owners were not very happy with Reginald and his good ole drinking buddies.
Another practice Reginald's subcontractors did was to hire fugitives on the run from the law because they were willing to work for cheap just to have a job. Crew workers were always paid in cash. That made it good for any fugitive who was on a crew because they didn't have to worry about showing ID or leaving a paper trail associated with cashing a paycheck. And because the boys were paid in cash, very few of them bothered to file income taxes.
Diana would spend much of her time getting drunk and watching soap operas on TV.
In 1977, Reginald died of liver cancer from his drinking.
Two years after Reginald's death, in 1979, Diana died at home after going into a diabetic coma brought on by her drinking.
It was later in 1979 that Diana's grandfather, Kevin, past away. Despite his drinking and cigarette smoking, Grandpa Kevin lived to be 102 years old. Kevin Pitbull came into his house for a cup of coffee after working in his garden, and dropped dead sitting at the dining room table.
Thomas and Elizabeth's offsprings, Amy, Chet and Milton, grew up as Hell raisers, and spent a few times in and out of jail for one thing or another.
It was like a saying goes, "They might as well have put revolving doors on their jail cells".
Chet worked as a laborer for a pipe laying company. When ever Chet got into trouble, the company would always hire him back when he was released from jail. Despite being have been in jail, Chet was still well liked by his fellow coworkers. Chet was a proficient worker, a valuable asset to the company, and one of the good ole boys. Henry Whippet was the only coworker who ever ragged on Chet Pitbull, calling him a jailbird. Henry was a new hire, 19 year old, a smart ass who thought he knew it all, and this was the first job he ever had. Chet being called a jailbird hadn't gone on long when Chet Pitbull busted Henry Whippet in the mouth a good one.
As for how the company management felt about Chet busting Henry in the mouth was, "Henry Whippet had it coming".
Fellow coworkers felt the same way, "Young punk smart ass got what he deserved".
Henry Whippet was fired a month later for being a constant screw-up on job sites. Pipe laying for sewer, storm drain and water main is a dangerous job to begin with. A screw-up on a crew could get someone killed on the job real quick. Coworkers, including Chet, were glad to see Henry leave.
Years later, Chet Pitbull was promoted to the position of trackhoe operator.
Milton worked as a day laborer for a labor pool, and at times pedaled street drugs. Older brother Chet eventually convinced Milton how dead end labor pools and pedaling drugs are, and talked him into putting in an application with the pipe laying company. A week after submitting the application, Milton was hired on and was placed on the same crew with his brother Chet. Several years after Chet became a trackhoe operator, Milton was promoted to a position as a front end loader operator.
Amy got married to Maxwell Pitbull (Max), who was a repo driver contracted with several auto loan companies. Maxwell was also a drunk and a Hell raiser by the way. Max also kept a 45 caliber pistol in the glove compartment of his tow truck in case he came under attack while recovering a car in loan default he was sent out to repossess. Despite Max being a convicted felon, he still kept the gun in the tow truck anyway.
All three of Thomas and Elizabeth's offspring got married and started families. And all of Amy, Chet and Milton's offspring grew up being Hell raising renegade rebels like the generations before them.
Those who knew the family had sometimes said, "Laws never really meant all that much to that family".
Everyone knew not to harass the family too. That family was a rough bunch who were capable of dealing with a smart ass.
In 1980, Elizabeth, along with her offspring; Amy, Chet and Milton, lost Daddy Thomas in a car wreck.
In 1980, the late Reginald Pitbull's older brother, Thomas, got a good deal on a 1970 Corvette. It was a 10 year old car at the time that came in on trade at the Chevrolet dealership where Thomas worked as a mechanic. And it was an LS-6, packing 450 horse power.
Amy, Chet and Milton were very impressed over Daddy's cool Corvette, and a little envious to some degree. Their cubs were equally impressed as well, especially when Granddad would rev the engine for them.
While the family was at Thomas and Elizabeth's house having beers, Amy's husband, Max, even congratulated Thomas, "Well damn. Bless my soul. You're a lucky dog, Tom. You know, I'd kill for a car like that".
The good ole boys down at the local bar were also impressed, and congratulated Thomas.
Although, Elizabeth felt a little uneasy about her husband driving a Corvette because of the Hell raiser she knew he always was.
Thomas also made sure to purchase a radar detector to keep in that car to alert him of speed traps, especially being that was the era of the nationwide 55 mph speed limit.
"Ain't no smokey gonna keep my ass down to the double nickle", Thomas had on occasion proclaimed.
A week after purchasing the Corvette, Thomas Pitbull decided to try it out one night on Interstate 40 to see, "how fast this baby can go". He made sure to have the radar detector switched on and going too. At 162 mph, that Corvette LS-6 blew a left front tire...The rest is history.
THE END
I played this song quite a bit while creating this story;
Ernie Ashworth - My love for you
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrErIlbH6rI