ONLY group I recall backing away from was a biker gang.
Not Latin Kings, not mafia, certainly not obama’s sons.
I was out in Arthur Kills, a semi countryish piece of STaten Island land back then.
Passed a biker gang just chilling and one of them called me guido or something along those lines. I was lol.
I pulled over, got out of my black z28 convertible, started to walk towards them, then got in my car and drove away.
We Italians owned the Island then, but right there and right then, those bikers owned that area and there were NO other Italians in sight :)
Killed me to drive away then. Now, I COULDN’T DRIVE FAST ENOUGH TO GET AWAY!!!! :)
Those other groups, I knew what I was dealing with. But bikers, everyone knows they’re a wild card and dangerous as hell.
We can be, but now days we are busy riding for charities...Tots for Toys for Christmas; Veterans; Wounded Warriors; Crippled Children Foundations...things like that...
We will, however, if you get in our face, probably end up beating the living crap out of you...but usually I’m pretty good natured...hmmmm.....OH and by the way, I’m half Italian and half French...
“got out of my black z28 convertible”
So...you were a guido?
They were all over back in the day in my town/area (though many lived in neighboring towns, where their families fled when Newark fell); cops made a killing ticketing them: Speeding, noise complaints (Vanilla Ice blaring), tinted windows...