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As for the ongoing harassment by the county, they did manage to run us out. The wife already left and we've got a new house in the works. I'm still at the old one building an 8ft tall fence around the place. Only in America, eh? These county idiots were openly talking about keeping my stuff and made every effort to do so. They acted like they scored the lottery.
Quote from: 49Reo on August 10, 2013, 10:37:56 AMDoes that Bronc sport a steel body or is it flabberglass?
Yea, It's 300k per infraction. The county has been sued previously a few times and lost. I've hired that same lawyer.
All original steel. That Bronco was built like that, but with 38s instead of 40s, back in 1978 by Rancho. It was owned by a music producer who said all kinds of rockstars partied in it up and down sunset blvd in the heyday of rockbands. It's the original Bigfoot of Broncos.
Does that Bronc sport a steel body or is it flabberglass?
If you get enough out of the suit, maybe you can buy a Kiwi Indian...and a bottle cap Indian, and and, and.....
So we are out on this ride and the wife calls and says the house is surrounded with cops, what does she do? I ask how many and she says 6-8 and a big truck, I'm thinking command center. I told her to stay inside! So the cops raid everything, take over 60k worth of vehicle from the yard and garage including 2 early Broncos, 1 historic and completely restored, my F250 Diesel and Trailer, and weld shut the doors to my shop with over 100k worth of tools and stuff inside. So now I got reason to haul ass right?
So my buddy is giving it hell on his doglegging 1200 Sportster back to the house. We are up around Salida. I'm about a block behind him on some twisties and I see him look back and gun it. I'm in 5th and only use the hand shifter so I just keep it there and give it throttle. The boat is very stable with a good line into a corner, amazing. I'm catching up even as he thinks he's leaving me farther behind. A sandy corner causes me to slow way down. Some more twisties and I've now caught up. He has no idea I'm right on his ass so I don't pass him. We go a mile or so and get a good straight away and he gives it full throttle, we are doing about 105 and cresting a hill and he checks his mirror to see if there is any site and all he sees is me all up on his shit. His eyes bugged out of his head and he was visibly surprised.
I rode the next 150 miles at over 90 to get home. I'm surprised the corrupt sheriff and his retarded deputies didn't shoot my dogs, they maced one of them. Civil lawsuit is on the way, most property has already been recovered. Seems the county workers and Sheriff want me to move away from this remote spot out in the middle of nowhere where there is not even any radar.... Hmmm, go figure.
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