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Dude! Where's My Car???!!!!You guys won't believe this craziness! I won a knock out Friday night, which was my only fight that evening. I went down to the venue early saturday to relax. I took my exit off of I-40 E and got to the bottom of the off ramp at Agnew Ave and I-40. The light was red and I waited. The light turned green, I waited for folks to stop, pulled out into the intersection and BANG! I was hammered from the driver's side by a 2001 beige Ford F-150 (OK plates FTJ-390) doing about 45mph. I shook the cobbwebs loose, but couldn't move my left leg or arm. I looked down and realized my left arm was pinched between the caved in door and my torsoe. My left leg was between the door and steering wheel, and the glass of the driver's side windows front and back was in my lap. As I got my witts back, I realized that this undocumented individual had slammed his truck into reverse, dislodged it from my car door, and took off. Okies are AWESOMEE!!! As I climbed out from under the steering wheel and out the passenger's window, I noticed people on cell phones and two cars chasing the smoking truck. A Christian youth minister, Chris, and his friend, Stan, asked if I was okay and let me get in their car so we could give chase. We didn't chase long because my wallet, military and airline IDs, important documents, and my Ray Bans were still in the car and all of the left side glass plus the windshield were broken. We got back to my car, police came, tow truck came, USAA uninsured policy kicked in, and THE OKCPD Officer Montoya took me to the Farmer's Market! I showed up to the fights in the back of a POLICE CAR!!! Classic and priceless! Anyway, my left arm was not broken but it doesn't work too well right now. I had a piece of glass in my left hand and left leg, but (with some begging) the docs let me fight. I forced my way through the first and second fights using token lefts and stronger rights, but by the championship fight, I was down to being a one-armed fighter, and that wasn't about to work. I conceeded in the middle of the first round to take the silver and a $250 consolation. I then went to Puckett's towing and auto body (great people) and got my uniforms out of my very faithful, but very totalled 1995 Mazda Millenia. This car was worth so much more than its insurance value, and because my undocumented amigo is not insured, me and my company will have to eat the loss. Funny thing is his truck was right next to my car because the police used the same tow service for both of us. Bottom line is my last fight will stick in my mind for the rest of my life, but even more so will be my memory of Chris, Stan, and Antonio Ortiz who sprung into action, ensured my safety, and chased down the perp all to help a stranger from Georgia. My lack of serious injury and the selflessness of these guys is tangible proof to me that there is a God, and He is full of Grace! I don't think I'll be wearing the black silk runner-up jacket around; seems a little cheesy. Thanks for being there for me. I felt your presence in the wreck and the fight. email me at kevin.king@vance.af.mil if you want to see the incredible pictures of what used to be my car. Cheers, Kevin AKA Hack AF A-10's blog | login to post comments |