“Texasgator: You need to give up trying to defend the indefensible.
Oh and medium caliber would include 9mm and .40 S&W. Both Law enforcement calibers.”
From a biker that was in the thick of it all:
He threw a punch at a Cossack who went by the nickname “Chain.” Chain dodged it, threw a punch of his own. The biker then whipped out a handgun, pressed it to Chain’s chest and pulled the trigger.
Chain fell to the pavement.
He was the first to die.
“What the hell?” Ledbetter thought. The man had pulled out a gun at a fistfight.
Cossacks dove for cover and tumbled all over each other as they rushed for the safety of Twin Peaks.
Ledbetter landed in a pile of people. Everyone was yelling.
He watched his father dive to the pavement and seek cover between two bikes. Tucked in the back of Diesel’s waistband was a pistol, one he legally carried, but he never drew it.
A man with a handgun came and stood over him. He wore a motorcycle vest with the name of some club that begins with the letters “VA,” and Ledbetter said he also wore a baseball cap, turned backward, that read, “Support Your Local Bandidos.”
“Take this, (expletive),” he screamed. He fired twice into Diesel’s head.
Ledbetter could hardly process what he was seeing.
Then came more gunfire from Bandidos’ supporters, as well as police, who seemed to instantly be on the scene. Ledbetter saw at least one Cossack, nicknamed “Side Track,” fire back at the rival bikers, but he was quickly killed.
“Dog” was shot by the same guy who shot Diesel. In other cases, Ledbetter is not sure who fired the shots.
You have quoted this story many times. It means nothing. It’s about like the phone company killed Kennedy and the moon landings were shot on a Hollywood sound stage.