drove by a gang on Staten Island once all the way out near the Outer Bridge, not very built up at the time.
i was in my Z28 black convertible and they threw a bunch of curses my way.
I stopped, got out, took a look. There was about a dozen of them. looked like something out of an early 70s movie.
Got back in and drove away.
This island might belong to Italians, but right then, on that road, it belonged to them.
momma didn’t raise no fool.
Your reminiscing reminds me of that movie “A Bronx Tale”.
You got out and took a look at a dozen or so ugly looking biker thugs that had already cursed at you for no apparent reason? I’m not so sure your mother didn’t raise no fool.
I would a taken a look at them too. . . in my rear view mirror as I was getting the H out of there.
I don't think I would have gotten out.