Mike Devereaux Friday, 5/24/02, 7:45 AM
This is a little story of Mr. Firestone, Doug Travis. Now I never really got the great chance to work with him, except for one great night. Doug and I had met several times and swapped some stories about Firestone, but this night, boy was I glad he was around. I was working Norwalk station and engaged in a pursuit of a stolen car with speeds exceeding 80-90 mph on Los Nietos rd. Doug by the grace of God was flying his helicopter and monitering my pursuit. The suspect spun out near a K-mart store and was beginning to bail, so I jumped out of the drivers seat and engaged the suspect. This guy was huge, I mean 6'4 at least, and all I could do was hang onto him. My partner was no where in sight. All of sudden Doug appears, raps the guy up side of the head and drops him. Doug helped me hook him up and then looks at me with a grin, sticks his middle finger at me and says "Firestone". I said "Firestone" and then Doug gets in his copter and flies off. My partner by the way said he had been monitering the radio and all the way back to the station kept yelling "you are crazy". Heck I always thought I was normal. Worked out good as he transferred to a Day traffic unit because he wouldn't ride with me anymore, and I got my old Firestone buddy Fred Bighorse back. It seems the world is not quite as safe without Doug in it. Hey Jack Miller is it true that Doug on one Holloween was answering calls in a Beatle wig and driving around Willowbrook with the wig on and a flare hanging out the window. Hello Don Kennedy, you were a good man.
Sorry, this is a PS: Doug had sat his helicopter down in the empty K-Mart parking lot. And thanks Jack and Don, I did get a hold of Russ. Can you believe the guy flies old vintage planes for fun??? Hey everyone, have a safe and fun Memorial weekend.
Dates at FPK: 65-69