July 11 last year I was paying in store for gas and chatting with the attendant, 11:10 P.M.
I was at a really busy Conaco at Colorado Blvd. and Colfax ave. in Denver. Right at 11:13 P.M. their camera's capture a car circle the pumps really fast, my bike sat at the third island of pumps.
This guy circled the pumps a second time, went straight for my bike, smashed into it from about
the 10 o'clock position.
People ran in and shouted to me what had happened that had been hanging out when I pulled in.
I could see the guy reverse off my bike, the car raised up, tilted and leveled, it had been ON MY BIKE!!!
I ran out the same time a guy in a Dodge pick-up was heading this nut off at an exit to Colorado Blvd. north.
There was about a one foot retaining wall between the lot and the street that this guy smashed over to keep from getting pinned by the Dodge.
I caught up to the back of the car and ran around to the side not knowing what I was going to do but knowing I wanted to get my hands on this guy and KILL him, same time I didn't want to get shot or ran over.
I carry an HK OTF knife, it went into service, paint job, tire's what ever I could get, but this guy didn't care, he meant to get out of there no matter what and he did.
I went back across the lot, and could not believe what I saw.
My bike was fuckin mangled, oily and steaming. I could see where it had been ground into the white cement under the weight of the car.
I was in shock! I got the bike up, put the key in and turned on the ignition, got dash lights, turned on to run and could hear the fuel pump. I looked for gas, none leaking but I had lost oil and antifreeze, I kept thinking that guy has to die.
I live less than a mile to the east of the station, in my state of shock I attempted a start, it fired right off, stuck in 2nd, the clutch line leaking and not able to turn left I made it to my garage.
I was used to flicking down the side stand and getting off to the left, the stand was gone.
I grabbed a pen and the notes section of a manual to try and write down what I could remember about the car and as much as could of the asshole, my hands were shaking so bad I could barely read it.
A 2017or 18 burgundy or red Toyota Rav, Oregon plates, black dude with short dreds.
I am sure as hell about this and will be able to identify the driver......
I locked up the garage and jumped in my Buick, this guys got at least two flat tires, he couldn't have gotten far, he had to be drunk ,maybe trying to change a tire some where close. I'm going to get to him before the cops do.
I came to my senses about fifteen minutes into the hunt, didn't want or need to catch a case and went home.
I didn't tell or call anybody and somehow was able to sleep but was up early, I wanted to drive around again and had a feeling, just had a feeling the guy had to park the car, it was too late to get flats fixed, maybe he abandoned it close, but with Oregon plates he would be trying to get back on the road early. I will have to call the cops soon though.
I was up and out at 7, now in my pick-up, went to the Circle-k I always get my coffee at less than two blocks from home.
As I pulled to the pumps I see this black dude, he's sitting in his car, directly in front of me, its driver side facing me, his feet were outside the car, he was just sitting there thinking. I thought to myself how much he looked like the guy that smashed my bike and I laughed about how we "all look alike."
The Circle-k share's the lot with a Big-O tires, its Sunday and their closed.
I went in and got my coffee, plotted my course and was ready to go.
I went around the car, still parked in front of me but the guy was gone.
As I rolled around the back of the car I thought that guy and this car had had a rough night, two flats and pretty "keyed" up.
I'm rolling out and then hit my brakes hard, reversed and took a second look, OREGON PLATES!!!!
Those were my knife marks, it actually did have two flats, I know I did with my knife!
This is the fuckin car, the guy is gone because he probably recognized me!
I'm now calling the cops alot sooner than I had planned. I shot up to the Conoco to take pictures of where my bike had been mashed into the cement and where the car had hit the retaining wall.
When I got over to the wall I found a chunk of his fog light surround along with my mirror and belly pan plastic, I was nauseous.
Carry, an attendant at the Conaco is how I found out they had this clown on film plowing my bike,
she ran out and told me she watched it over and over, wondering if it really was my bike.
So now I have a car, a chunk of it from the scene and some film, I just need a cop.
I went back to Big-O where the car was still parked an waited across the street out of site in case the guy shows back up.
I have called the cops, I'm waiting about 45 minutes now, its early Sunday morning, they can't be that busy, where are they?
Suddenly a tow truck pulls in really quick across the street at the car. I crossed over as fast as I could, jumped out of my truck really glad to see this guy and told him that I'm who called the cops, the owner of the bike he hit.
This tow truck driver wasn't there for me or the cops, told me he wasn't waiting "fir no fuckin cops"
He yanked the car up the ramp faster than I have ever seen it done and told me it was a rental and it was headed back to D.I.A.
I was thinking my evidence is rolling out of here and started taking as many pics as I could, now this tow driver is shouting for me not to take pics of he, his truck or the car.
I was loosing it, my bike just got smashed! I didn't stop taking pics, started taking pics directly in his face, I wanted him to try and stop me, then the car really wouldn't be leaving!
He jumped in the truck and without chaining the car down took off to the west, just as a Denver police Sargent pulls in from the east side of the lot, rolled up and got out asking whats-up with that, why is he tearing out of here like that, while I'm trying to keep my cool and tell him that that was the car I reported that smashed my bike, please stop that truck.
Well the pieces started to fall into place, the cops and I went to the Conaco, they too had called them, we looked at the CCTV, again I was nauseas, saw my bike get plowed, clearly saw the car but couldn't make out the driver or the plate.
The piece of fog light surround matched perfectly, no doubt this is the car.
However, this was not a 2017 or 19 Toyota Rav, it was far from the burgundy color I would have sworn to.
It was a Navy blue Dodge Journey! far from a Toyota,
So now the Sargent finally asked about the bike, this happened around 11 P.M. previous night,
where is it, and why didn't I call.
We all went to my garage, when I opened it they(there were five cops) sort of gasped, my girl friend showed them before pics, but with or without pics they could see the bike was fucked-up.
That was when I told why I didn't call, that I had hoped to find the guy myself, we of course agreed that wouldn't have been smart.
They took their own pics, statements, we chatted about bike's, then they told me the hard fact that guy who rented the car had already gotten a replacement and was out of California,
this would be a long shot to prosecute, how rental agency's don't readily give info to cops and the fact that they had been given this much info was unusual. They said they'd do the best they can, I told them I appreciated it and meant it, we said our goodbyes.
An Officer called me and asked that I not post pics, make statements or anything else related to the case on any social media until they actually close this case , that the guy that did it would know weather or not to hide out etc. Could take up to one year.
This morning I got an email from the D.P.D. stating that the case was officially closed.
I wanted to post here bad, I needed part's help at the very least
About two weeks later the clown that rented the car got arrested in California, in the car he rented here! A real winner this guy.
During this time my bike went through almost a 24hr a day rebuild marathon! I had to completely
dismantle the front of the bike, to look at the frame, only the back wheel, swingarm and gas tank were on the frame.
The rebuild took just under a month!
I got a call from a detective the third week of August 2020 to come look at mug shots, see if I could "pick out the perp."
I in fact rode the bike to look at the mug shots, invited the cops out to look at it and the one that had seen it in the mangled state couldn't believe his eye's, even asked to take pics and told me jokingly that this wasn't helping my case any to have the bike looking so good already.
I immediately pointed out the guy, I felt rage and it felt good!
That not only wasn't him, but it was one of their cadets in the line-up!
We agreed that it was probable that the guy that actually did this to my bike and the guy that rented the car were not the same.
The detective didn't need to tell me that unless this guy were to come out and confess to this they won't find him.
I asked them not to waste anymore resources on this longshot case, thanked them for their time.
It feels good to have been able to finally tell about what happened, of course other people in my life knew this happened but to share with my bros of VMOA is the final closure.
I was at a really busy Conaco at Colorado Blvd. and Colfax ave. in Denver. Right at 11:13 P.M. their camera's capture a car circle the pumps really fast, my bike sat at the third island of pumps.
This guy circled the pumps a second time, went straight for my bike, smashed into it from about
the 10 o'clock position.
People ran in and shouted to me what had happened that had been hanging out when I pulled in.
I could see the guy reverse off my bike, the car raised up, tilted and leveled, it had been ON MY BIKE!!!
I ran out the same time a guy in a Dodge pick-up was heading this nut off at an exit to Colorado Blvd. north.
There was about a one foot retaining wall between the lot and the street that this guy smashed over to keep from getting pinned by the Dodge.
I caught up to the back of the car and ran around to the side not knowing what I was going to do but knowing I wanted to get my hands on this guy and KILL him, same time I didn't want to get shot or ran over.
I carry an HK OTF knife, it went into service, paint job, tire's what ever I could get, but this guy didn't care, he meant to get out of there no matter what and he did.
I went back across the lot, and could not believe what I saw.
My bike was fuckin mangled, oily and steaming. I could see where it had been ground into the white cement under the weight of the car.
I was in shock! I got the bike up, put the key in and turned on the ignition, got dash lights, turned on to run and could hear the fuel pump. I looked for gas, none leaking but I had lost oil and antifreeze, I kept thinking that guy has to die.
I live less than a mile to the east of the station, in my state of shock I attempted a start, it fired right off, stuck in 2nd, the clutch line leaking and not able to turn left I made it to my garage.
I was used to flicking down the side stand and getting off to the left, the stand was gone.
I grabbed a pen and the notes section of a manual to try and write down what I could remember about the car and as much as could of the asshole, my hands were shaking so bad I could barely read it.
A 2017or 18 burgundy or red Toyota Rav, Oregon plates, black dude with short dreds.
I am sure as hell about this and will be able to identify the driver......
I locked up the garage and jumped in my Buick, this guys got at least two flat tires, he couldn't have gotten far, he had to be drunk ,maybe trying to change a tire some where close. I'm going to get to him before the cops do.
I came to my senses about fifteen minutes into the hunt, didn't want or need to catch a case and went home.
I didn't tell or call anybody and somehow was able to sleep but was up early, I wanted to drive around again and had a feeling, just had a feeling the guy had to park the car, it was too late to get flats fixed, maybe he abandoned it close, but with Oregon plates he would be trying to get back on the road early. I will have to call the cops soon though.
I was up and out at 7, now in my pick-up, went to the Circle-k I always get my coffee at less than two blocks from home.
As I pulled to the pumps I see this black dude, he's sitting in his car, directly in front of me, its driver side facing me, his feet were outside the car, he was just sitting there thinking. I thought to myself how much he looked like the guy that smashed my bike and I laughed about how we "all look alike."
The Circle-k share's the lot with a Big-O tires, its Sunday and their closed.
I went in and got my coffee, plotted my course and was ready to go.
I went around the car, still parked in front of me but the guy was gone.
As I rolled around the back of the car I thought that guy and this car had had a rough night, two flats and pretty "keyed" up.
I'm rolling out and then hit my brakes hard, reversed and took a second look, OREGON PLATES!!!!
Those were my knife marks, it actually did have two flats, I know I did with my knife!
This is the fuckin car, the guy is gone because he probably recognized me!
I'm now calling the cops alot sooner than I had planned. I shot up to the Conoco to take pictures of where my bike had been mashed into the cement and where the car had hit the retaining wall.
When I got over to the wall I found a chunk of his fog light surround along with my mirror and belly pan plastic, I was nauseous.
Carry, an attendant at the Conaco is how I found out they had this clown on film plowing my bike,
she ran out and told me she watched it over and over, wondering if it really was my bike.
So now I have a car, a chunk of it from the scene and some film, I just need a cop.
I went back to Big-O where the car was still parked an waited across the street out of site in case the guy shows back up.
I have called the cops, I'm waiting about 45 minutes now, its early Sunday morning, they can't be that busy, where are they?
Suddenly a tow truck pulls in really quick across the street at the car. I crossed over as fast as I could, jumped out of my truck really glad to see this guy and told him that I'm who called the cops, the owner of the bike he hit.
This tow truck driver wasn't there for me or the cops, told me he wasn't waiting "fir no fuckin cops"
He yanked the car up the ramp faster than I have ever seen it done and told me it was a rental and it was headed back to D.I.A.
I was thinking my evidence is rolling out of here and started taking as many pics as I could, now this tow driver is shouting for me not to take pics of he, his truck or the car.
I was loosing it, my bike just got smashed! I didn't stop taking pics, started taking pics directly in his face, I wanted him to try and stop me, then the car really wouldn't be leaving!
He jumped in the truck and without chaining the car down took off to the west, just as a Denver police Sargent pulls in from the east side of the lot, rolled up and got out asking whats-up with that, why is he tearing out of here like that, while I'm trying to keep my cool and tell him that that was the car I reported that smashed my bike, please stop that truck.
Well the pieces started to fall into place, the cops and I went to the Conaco, they too had called them, we looked at the CCTV, again I was nauseas, saw my bike get plowed, clearly saw the car but couldn't make out the driver or the plate.
The piece of fog light surround matched perfectly, no doubt this is the car.
However, this was not a 2017 or 19 Toyota Rav, it was far from the burgundy color I would have sworn to.
It was a Navy blue Dodge Journey! far from a Toyota,
So now the Sargent finally asked about the bike, this happened around 11 P.M. previous night,
where is it, and why didn't I call.
We all went to my garage, when I opened it they(there were five cops) sort of gasped, my girl friend showed them before pics, but with or without pics they could see the bike was fucked-up.
That was when I told why I didn't call, that I had hoped to find the guy myself, we of course agreed that wouldn't have been smart.
They took their own pics, statements, we chatted about bike's, then they told me the hard fact that guy who rented the car had already gotten a replacement and was out of California,
this would be a long shot to prosecute, how rental agency's don't readily give info to cops and the fact that they had been given this much info was unusual. They said they'd do the best they can, I told them I appreciated it and meant it, we said our goodbyes.
An Officer called me and asked that I not post pics, make statements or anything else related to the case on any social media until they actually close this case , that the guy that did it would know weather or not to hide out etc. Could take up to one year.
This morning I got an email from the D.P.D. stating that the case was officially closed.
I wanted to post here bad, I needed part's help at the very least
About two weeks later the clown that rented the car got arrested in California, in the car he rented here! A real winner this guy.
During this time my bike went through almost a 24hr a day rebuild marathon! I had to completely
dismantle the front of the bike, to look at the frame, only the back wheel, swingarm and gas tank were on the frame.
The rebuild took just under a month!
I got a call from a detective the third week of August 2020 to come look at mug shots, see if I could "pick out the perp."
I in fact rode the bike to look at the mug shots, invited the cops out to look at it and the one that had seen it in the mangled state couldn't believe his eye's, even asked to take pics and told me jokingly that this wasn't helping my case any to have the bike looking so good already.
I immediately pointed out the guy, I felt rage and it felt good!
That not only wasn't him, but it was one of their cadets in the line-up!
We agreed that it was probable that the guy that actually did this to my bike and the guy that rented the car were not the same.
The detective didn't need to tell me that unless this guy were to come out and confess to this they won't find him.
I asked them not to waste anymore resources on this longshot case, thanked them for their time.
It feels good to have been able to finally tell about what happened, of course other people in my life knew this happened but to share with my bros of VMOA is the final closure.
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