We noticed that in our front drive, there were policemen walking back and forth around our little red pick up. They were leaning down and looking closely at the front and side of the old red truck very suspiciously.
WE watched for a while before My Vickie finally got brave enough to go out and ask them what was up.
So the short story is: Someone driving a truck just like ours had hit a jogger the night before. The truck hit the girl and threw her up onto the front of the truck and then after she fell off, she was run over by the back tires.
She was hurt pretty bad. The driver didn't even stop. It was a Hit and Run...
The truck and driver have yet to be found and the girl is home from the hospital but has a broken leg and some bruising.
It reminded My Vickie of the following experince that I will accompany with this gorgious picture of me in My Vickies Search Hat
The call out came at 2 am. Thre was a medicine man from the tribe who had been missing for three days and would they fly down and assist in the search. My Vickie grabbed the three day survival pack and off they went. This was when Andy (the collie) was her search partner.
They were out and in the truck 10 minutes after the call came and heading for the airport where the plan was to catch a Civil Air Patrol plane to Arizona.
Andy was sitting tall in the seat beside My Vickie and with the shell on the truck and it being 2 in the morning, he almost appeared to be another human at her side.
Not two blocks from the house, My Vickie became aware of a car that seemed to be following her through the quiet dark streets. She would throw in a few turns to see if she could lose her follower, but they stayed close on her tail.
My Vickie started getting very nervous. She made some more turns down the neighborhoods, turns that made it very clear, She was being followed.
My Vickie says at this point, she was so scared that she didn't dare let them follow her all the way to the little back country airport, for fear that who ever it was would attack her in the parking lot. (She has quite the imagination)
So she decided to drive right to the local police station. The car continuted to follow her all the way into the dark deserted parking lot of the police station. (We are talking about a the little town of Washington Terrace PD....a total of two officers on a good day, let alone at 2:30 in the morning)
In the parking lot, My Vickie looked out her rear view mirror hoping the car following her would keep going, but to her dismay, it pulled in behind her.
Then all of a sudden there were three more cars that all came in blocking any chance of getting out, even if she dared try. She was in big trouble. She was trapped.
She figured they were dead. Some gang initiation or something even more dasterdly was about to happen to her and Andy.
She began to cry......when suddenly big bright lights were shining in on her from all directions. Then over a Loudspeaker she heard a male voice commanding
"Put Your Hands on the Wheel and don't move"
It was the police. They had her surrounded and were coming at her from all sides, with guns drawn.
Looking in the rear view mirror, she saw an officer carefully coming up the side of the car with his pistol aimed at the back of her head.....
Tearfully, she spoke as loudly as she could and said
"Don't shoot, please don't shoot, I'm just a girl"
The officer then stopped and laughingly said....."Hey Vickie, is that you?"
Long story short.....Two armed people in a truck that matched My Vickies truck had robbed an all night store just 15 minutes before My Vickie and Andy had left the house.
There was an all points bulletin to stop and detain anyone driving a vehicle that matches the description.
Luckily My Vickie knew one of the officers and they all had a good laugh and sent her on her way.
Little did they know that it scared her so bad, she broke out in tears every few hours for the next two days while she was on the search.