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THE FIRST DAY OF SUPERPAT
(PEOPLE WHO WERE THERE TALK ABOUT IT LIKE IT WAS THE DAY PRESIDENT KENNEDY WAS SHOT)
IT WAS THE FALL 2000. THE PLACE, SPRING VALLEY, WISCONSIN. A SMALL MIDWESTERN TOWN WITH A FIVE BLOCK LONG DOWNTOWN STRIP. IT WAS A STOP ON THE “FROST YOUR NUTS†RUN. THE TOWN WAS PACKED, MOTORCYCLES LINED THE STREETS, HUNDREDS OF BIKERS WERE ON THE SIDEWALKS ENJOYING A BEAUTIFUL DAY ON THE LAST RUN OF THE YEAR.
WHEN OUT OF NOWHERE , DOWN THE STREET CAME “SUPER PATâ€! THE DAREDEVIL EXTREMIST ON HIS RED AND WHITE ROADKING.
THE SUPERONE, SAID TO BE A DESCENDANT OF EVEL KNIEVEL, SUPER DAVE AND MAYBE ELVIS, WAS STANDING ON THE SEAT OF HIS BIKE (HIS TRADEMARK MOVE) HE MANEUVERED DOWN MAIN STREET WITH EASE. THE CROWD WAS CHEERING AND ENJOYING THE SHOW. SUPERPAT WAS STANDING UP FOR TRUTH, JUSTICE AND MAYBE A FEW LAUGHS.
THE SUPERONE REACHED THE END OF THE STREET. HE SAT BACK DOWN ON THE SEAT OF THE BIKE TO PREPARE FOR A LOOP BACK TO MEET HIS FANS. WHEN SOME GUY STANDING AT THE END OF THE BLOCK SHOUTED “ DUDE, THERE’S A COP COMING AFTER YOU!!
THE SUPERONE LOOKED OVER HIS SHOULDER, DOWN THE STREET CAME THE SQUAD CAR, LIGHTS FLASHING, LOUD SPEAKER ON, “PULL OVER! PULL OVER!†THE COP YELLED AS BEER CANS AND DRINKS WERE BOUNCING OFF HIS SQUAD CAR.
SUPERPAT SPUN HIS BIKE AROUND AND PULLED OVER TO RECEIVE HIS PUNISHMENT FOR BEING A STAND UP GUY. . . . . . . . . . .
FEELING VERY STUPID, HE SWUNG DOWN HIS KICK STAND AND LOOKED DOWN THE STREET. HIS FANS HAD ALL STEPPED OFF THE SIDEWALKS INTO THE ROAD. LOOKING AT A WALL OF CONCERNED BIKERS HE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF “ I HATE JAIL, I HATE COMMUNITY SERVICE, I HATE TOW TRUCKS AND OH YEAH, I REALLY HATE THAT BODY CAVITY SEARCHâ€.
IT WAS THEN THAT THE SUPERONE HEARD ONE OF HIS BROTHERS (FROM THE TRAVELING FUN SHOW ROAD CREW) SHOUT OUT. . . . . “HEY, MAKE A HOLE! HE’S COMING BACK THRU!!!â€
AT THIS POINT THE SUPERONE CAME OUT OF HIS “I’LL HOLD YOUR PURSE WHILE YOU SHOP†MIND SET. HE LOOKED BACK AT THE FAT ASS, SMALL TOWN, FUN STOPPING OFFICER. THE OFFICER TRIED A “DUKES OF HAZZARDS†180 TURN, AND HIS CAR BECAME WEDGED SIDEWAYS ON THE STREET.
DID O.J. PULL OVER? NO!
DID THE KENNEDY MOTORCADE PULL OVER? NO!
WHEN THE GOING GET TOUGH. . THE TOUGH GET GOING!
“PULL OVER?? NEVER PULL OVER! THAT’S WHEN THE FUN STOPS.
THE BIKE WAS OFF THE KICKSTAND, THE SUPERONE DROPPED HIS MIGHTY ROADKING INTO GEAR AND WITH A CLOUD OF SMOKE AND CHUNKS OF RUBBER, HEADED TOWARDS THE WALL OF BIKERS LINED UP ACROSS MAIN STREET. HE NEARED THE CROWD ….A HOLE OPENED IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CHEERING GROUP. “MAYBE I SHOULD STAND UP?†HE THOUGHT TO HIMSELF, BUT HE DIDN’T.
AFTER PASSING THRU, HE LOOKED IN HIS MIRRORS AND SAW THE HOLE CLOSE. HIS FANS HAD FORMED A HUMAN SHIELD AGAINST THE APPROACHING SQUAD CAR. THE CAR STOPPED AND A COUPLE HUNDRED OF HIS FANS SUROUNDED THE NOW VERY PISSED OFF COP.
“NEVER PULL OVER!â€
HE SHOUTED AS HE DISAPPEARED OVER THE HORIZION.
THAT WAS THE LAST ANYONE SEEN SUPERPAT THAT YEAR.
THE REST IS HISTORY.