Some years ago; night time, cold, wet, about 8pm.
I was outside HQ’s after my dinner meal having a cigarette and saying goodnight to my young son on the phone.
Call comes over the radio and it’s one of my good friends, he yelling and running, “Foot pursuit!.....Armed Robbery...Gun....Fields Corner! Two running!!”
Immediately hang up with my son and wipe the cold rain off my motorcycle seat. Noting in my head the roads are going to suck on this thing tonight.
Lights and sirens towards Fields Corner in Dorchester from Roxbury, down Mass Ave doing about 50mph approaching Eddie Everett Square (large busy intersection).
Slow down to about 20mph approaching the intersection, cars are stopping for the lights and sirens, good.
Hit the throttle again, trying to pay attention to road conditions, traffic and listen for updates for my buddy’s location in the noise of the siren blaring, the big bikes motor, the wind noise in my ears and mind buzzing with adrenaline hoping he doesn’t get himself shot or hurt and we can get to him in time to help him with these suspects. Back up to about 40mph.
Almost thru the intersection when I see it. Some a**h*** in a low rider passed everybody on the right who had stopped for me and then he cut right across the road directly in my path.
With the cold rain I didn’t think an immediate brake and evade would work and one slip or one press just a hair too hard on the rear brake and wet road would throw the bike into a hard wiggle and buck me off anyway before it went down, and this guy was now stopped directly in my path after he finally saw why everybody else was stopped.
So that left two choices and about 2 more seconds to make one, t-bone him and break several bones or worse, or try to purposely lay the bike down in a slide and hopefully kick away from it. Both would be a first for me so f*** it, let’s see what happens.
I locked up the rear brake and caused the bike to start sliding, rear wheel now beside my right shoulder, laying it down hard on its side and gripping it as hard as I could with my legs, trying to slow it down and then kick away before impact.
Only with my adrenaline and things happening so fast I hadn’t let go of the handlebars yet as it was sliding, I’m trying to force myself to let go and kick away from the bike and my leg/leather boots caught the road and pulled out from under me, dragging me now legs behind me and still holding onto the handlebars. The bike then hit or caught on something in the road (manhole cover maybe) and flipped, immediately throwing me (whipping me up and over it) thru the air about 30ft, where I hit the ground and then rolled another 30-40 feet and was unconscious in the road.
Apparently there was an ambulance crew sitting at KFC right there having chow, facing the intersection and they watched the entire event unfold.
When I came to, I felt people shaking me, prodding me, pulling me, and I started fighting and swinging from the ground thinking it was some cockaroaches trying to steal my gun or something. I was out of it obviously, and it was the EMT’s trying to secure me and stabilize me. Once I realized that I stopped fighting and calmed down was grateful to see anybody friendly out there.
So now I’m backboarded in the ambulance, they’re taking vitals and my LT arrives and comes into the ambulance, he’s asking if I’m ok and kind of joking with me to keep me calm.
“Cool, cool, ya man I feel ok thanks Lou. How’s the bike? Wait. Stop! Do not cut my f***ing boots off! Please. I don’t care how much it hurts I need them for work.”
I’m strapped down and starting to feel the pain now. I’m reaching up and down my own body feeling for bones sticking out or obvious wet spots looking back at my hands for blood, just doing some self diagnosis.
Then I feel it. Right between my legs where my junk and my taint is, sticking out about 6 f***ing inches. I’ve been impaled by something and it’s literally sticking out of my ass!! “Ahhhhhhhhhj!!! Oh shit Lou (LT) WTF is that!!!??”
He panics with my yelling and is like “What cams?! Where?!” The EMT’s are now fully on me again looking for the object also to secure it and stop the bleeding if there is any.
Then I’m like, “ahhhhh shit (relief!) uhhh....never mind. I’m good. It’s just the handle of my SAP.”
Now we’re all laughing our asses off. I thought something had broken off the bike and impaled me when it hit. My SAP was in the back pocket of my motorcycle pants and when I was sliding on the road somehow it flipped itself upside down and the handle was now sticking down between my legs. Goddamn that was close. lol
My buddy also got other help on scene quickly and he was fine. 2 hrs in the ER and I walked out, a little banged up and bruised, another concussion to add to the list but otherwise fine. Couple beers down at Foleys with the guys and immediately home to sleep it off for the next couple days. Bunghole still intact.