we were talking about it in another thread and didnt want to whore that one, so here we are.
A little backround, this happened to me a couple of months ago in the city of st louis.
leaving lacledes landing (that is the big neighborhood everyone goes to party/club etc in STL) around 2am I get a flat. I was on I-70west and pulled over the first or second exit after leaving the landing. I stoped like 20 yards off the interstate on the edge of the offramp because the neighborhood off the exit looked pretty bad. (that neighborhood is an industrial area and there were vacant buildings... its a bad part of the city) Not sure what the name of the exit is.
Im sitting on the ground with a pocket flashlight in my mouth working on getting the lugs undune. I had been there maybe 5 minutes. I had my back to traffic and everything else but I was turning around every 30 sec or so to make sure no one was around. Thankfully I took my gun out of the glovebox and had it in the waistband of my shorts (small of back). I normally dont mind the city and never had a problem. I went to college and our campus was in a less than desireable area. I felt very uneasy about it and I was by myself... thank god i let my paranoia win and took my gun out of the glovebox.
Im not sure where they came from, but 4 black guys are suddenly behind me and one of em says 'GIMME WATCHA GOT'
(my DD is a Hona Element, so sitting on the ground in the dark they may have though it would be a woman or a dork driving that car instead of a big country white guy)
I stand up with my palms out saying 'ok ok ok ok' and was acting like I was gonna reach and give em my wallet. They were all kinda jumping and looking over at traffic to make sure no one was stopping. We were about a foot more than arms length away, I drew and put my gun in the closest ones face and said 'Sorry thats not gonna happen' and no sooner than I sad that one of em mumbled 'he got a GUNNN' and all 4 of them were on their heels and running. I wish I couldve thought of something clever or insulting to say, or even called em a bad name or 2, but those were the only words I could force past my stomach which was convieniently lodged in my throat by that time.
They hopped the fence next to the ramp and took off through a parking lot/industrial area.
Thank god I remained calm and kept a level tone/head. Bricks were for sure being shat in my pants and im thankful I hid it well.
Im unsure if they were armed, or if they just planned on jumping me, but there is NO way im gonna let that happen without a fight. I will not be a victim. I would tried killing them all with a tire tool or gone down swinging, you can bet on that. Thank god I took the gun out of the glovebox and had it on me so it didnt have to escalate to that. 4on 1 odds arent good, and they werent exactly midgets so I dont like those odds. I wouldve started fighting, got whooped or shanked or worse. Thank GOD for Glock 23 :rockon:
I called 911 told them what happened... attempted robbery, gun drawn and then they fled and what mile marker exit i was at. 25 min later when I finally got done no cops had shown up or driven by. wtf?
Thankfully a friend of mine from the local mustang board was coming back from midnight madness (at the local dragstrip 10 min away) and pulled up about 10-15 min after they left. Thank goodness because it turns out my jack was ****ed up and i was able to use his. He held my gun and watched my back for me while I changed it.
man... I was wiggin the **** out. Ive never pointed a gun at something that didnt have a hunting season with intent to kill it.
A little backround, this happened to me a couple of months ago in the city of st louis.
leaving lacledes landing (that is the big neighborhood everyone goes to party/club etc in STL) around 2am I get a flat. I was on I-70west and pulled over the first or second exit after leaving the landing. I stoped like 20 yards off the interstate on the edge of the offramp because the neighborhood off the exit looked pretty bad. (that neighborhood is an industrial area and there were vacant buildings... its a bad part of the city) Not sure what the name of the exit is.
Im sitting on the ground with a pocket flashlight in my mouth working on getting the lugs undune. I had been there maybe 5 minutes. I had my back to traffic and everything else but I was turning around every 30 sec or so to make sure no one was around. Thankfully I took my gun out of the glovebox and had it in the waistband of my shorts (small of back). I normally dont mind the city and never had a problem. I went to college and our campus was in a less than desireable area. I felt very uneasy about it and I was by myself... thank god i let my paranoia win and took my gun out of the glovebox.
Im not sure where they came from, but 4 black guys are suddenly behind me and one of em says 'GIMME WATCHA GOT'
(my DD is a Hona Element, so sitting on the ground in the dark they may have though it would be a woman or a dork driving that car instead of a big country white guy)
I stand up with my palms out saying 'ok ok ok ok' and was acting like I was gonna reach and give em my wallet. They were all kinda jumping and looking over at traffic to make sure no one was stopping. We were about a foot more than arms length away, I drew and put my gun in the closest ones face and said 'Sorry thats not gonna happen' and no sooner than I sad that one of em mumbled 'he got a GUNNN' and all 4 of them were on their heels and running. I wish I couldve thought of something clever or insulting to say, or even called em a bad name or 2, but those were the only words I could force past my stomach which was convieniently lodged in my throat by that time.
They hopped the fence next to the ramp and took off through a parking lot/industrial area.
Thank god I remained calm and kept a level tone/head. Bricks were for sure being shat in my pants and im thankful I hid it well.
Im unsure if they were armed, or if they just planned on jumping me, but there is NO way im gonna let that happen without a fight. I will not be a victim. I would tried killing them all with a tire tool or gone down swinging, you can bet on that. Thank god I took the gun out of the glovebox and had it on me so it didnt have to escalate to that. 4on 1 odds arent good, and they werent exactly midgets so I dont like those odds. I wouldve started fighting, got whooped or shanked or worse. Thank GOD for Glock 23 :rockon:
I called 911 told them what happened... attempted robbery, gun drawn and then they fled and what mile marker exit i was at. 25 min later when I finally got done no cops had shown up or driven by. wtf?
Thankfully a friend of mine from the local mustang board was coming back from midnight madness (at the local dragstrip 10 min away) and pulled up about 10-15 min after they left. Thank goodness because it turns out my jack was ****ed up and i was able to use his. He held my gun and watched my back for me while I changed it.
man... I was wiggin the **** out. Ive never pointed a gun at something that didnt have a hunting season with intent to kill it.