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Article photos from a Mustang owner. The info associated with the pics make it sound like it was a police undercover agent car or maybe just his personal car used in his line of work... ???
http://www.robertankony.com/law-enforcement/
The following pics have narration under each in the webpage.
I captured and placed under each respectively.
His pics and their related story about his Vietnam War service and Law Enforcement career are interesting. ---Some cool guns too.
Tuesday, August 1, 1972. In Detroit after completing a narcotics raid. Kevlar vests were just coming into service and our military flack vests were too heavy and cumbersome, so we relied on surprise, speed, and luck for survival. Luck was the most important and that could range from the expected: being shot at as we rammed through a door––to the unexpected: dodging bullets popping through a ceiling as an officer directly above me shot attacking dogs.
Saturday, August 19, 1972. Niagara Falls, Canada. There’s a story behind this picture. At home in Detroit one night, a felon driving a stolen taxi slammed a car over the curb. I gave pursuit and arrested the driver who damaged my car as I blocked him on Michigan Avenue. My lieutenant, angry the next morning that I used a county car for non-narcotic work, sent me for estimates to every repair shop in Western Wayne County. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” I griped to fellow officers, “but when I get that ***kin’ car back I’m gonna!” And that’s what I did, I drove it to the Falls with my girlfriend.
Friday, September 15, 1972. Fellow officer, Dennis Neimic, was on a narcotics investigation in Detroit using my Mustang when he was broadsided by a motorist who ran a red light. Neimic lived, but was hospitalized for weeks.
Thursday, July 19, 1973. Assigned to our Patrol and Investigation Division. I loved cruising the county. One Sunday morning as I drove a major highway I got into a chase with a woman and stopped her by shooting out her right tires with my .357 magnum. Her car was full of clothes and she was enraged at her husband so she took it out at me, biting and clawing until I dragged her out of the car as churchgoers stopped and gawked. Wives can be great companions and lots of fun, but from a cop's perspective, an angry wife can be something else all together. She can stop your heart. At a traffic accident one rainy night, placing flares in the road, another enraged housewife sped off without her glasses directly into the accident scene. I saw a pair of headlights bracketing me, one on the right and one on the left, barreling right at me. All I could do was leap straight up in the air. Her bumper caught me in both calves and I could hear her shrill screams as I reverse-somersaulted over her hood, windshield, roof, and trunk. I bounced off the pavement, saw a flash of light; then everything went black.
Ray
http://www.robertankony.com/law-enforcement/
The following pics have narration under each in the webpage.
I captured and placed under each respectively.
His pics and their related story about his Vietnam War service and Law Enforcement career are interesting. ---Some cool guns too.
Tuesday, August 1, 1972. In Detroit after completing a narcotics raid. Kevlar vests were just coming into service and our military flack vests were too heavy and cumbersome, so we relied on surprise, speed, and luck for survival. Luck was the most important and that could range from the expected: being shot at as we rammed through a door––to the unexpected: dodging bullets popping through a ceiling as an officer directly above me shot attacking dogs.
Saturday, August 19, 1972. Niagara Falls, Canada. There’s a story behind this picture. At home in Detroit one night, a felon driving a stolen taxi slammed a car over the curb. I gave pursuit and arrested the driver who damaged my car as I blocked him on Michigan Avenue. My lieutenant, angry the next morning that I used a county car for non-narcotic work, sent me for estimates to every repair shop in Western Wayne County. “I didn’t do anything wrong,” I griped to fellow officers, “but when I get that ***kin’ car back I’m gonna!” And that’s what I did, I drove it to the Falls with my girlfriend.
Friday, September 15, 1972. Fellow officer, Dennis Neimic, was on a narcotics investigation in Detroit using my Mustang when he was broadsided by a motorist who ran a red light. Neimic lived, but was hospitalized for weeks.
Thursday, July 19, 1973. Assigned to our Patrol and Investigation Division. I loved cruising the county. One Sunday morning as I drove a major highway I got into a chase with a woman and stopped her by shooting out her right tires with my .357 magnum. Her car was full of clothes and she was enraged at her husband so she took it out at me, biting and clawing until I dragged her out of the car as churchgoers stopped and gawked. Wives can be great companions and lots of fun, but from a cop's perspective, an angry wife can be something else all together. She can stop your heart. At a traffic accident one rainy night, placing flares in the road, another enraged housewife sped off without her glasses directly into the accident scene. I saw a pair of headlights bracketing me, one on the right and one on the left, barreling right at me. All I could do was leap straight up in the air. Her bumper caught me in both calves and I could hear her shrill screams as I reverse-somersaulted over her hood, windshield, roof, and trunk. I bounced off the pavement, saw a flash of light; then everything went black.
Ray
