True story. Early 80s, my wife and i and another couple were roller skating in Lake Geneva WI, a very affluent kind of resort town in the south of the state. It's been taken over years ago by rich people from Chicago, FIBs. Huge mansions. Blues brothers scene filmed there driving on the beach announcing the concert for the penguin.
All the sudden i feel a sharp pain in my shoulder, i thought i'd been bit by a big bug or something. I'd been shot with a pellet gun, i guess an air rifle? blood running down my arm but not a big deal really.
on the way out of town we drove by the spot i was shot. my buddy says, holy chit, there's 2 kids with a rifle hiding in the Bushes!
this part is great. i had a 68 catalina convertible, top down, white with a red interior, beautiful. i cranked that sucker up over the curb, drove straight down the front lawn of this huge mansion right at the kids. the wife's were screaming.
one kid got away but i got the other one and the rifle! we put him in the backseat and drove all over hell trying to find police station. finally we just took him home.
all the time my wife is whispering....kidnapping. i almost took the rifle and shot the kid but didn't
we get to his house and there are 4-5 cop cars there and they all pulled their guns. The kids fat mom is screaming, my wife is screaming, and cops are pissed off over the whole scene.
the mom wants me arrested for kidnapping and my wife wants the kid arrested for attempted murder. i just wanted to shoot the kid, eye for an eye.
end of the day, good good, everybody slides.
the local cops HATE the FIBS, especially the fat rich wives!
