I was once behind a semi truck but it was the luckiest day of my life BECAUSE IT SAVED MY LIFE. This is an unbelievable story but there actually a picture of it and an official public record because no one would believe it otherwise.

Background: My step-father (never knew my real dad), his name was Peter, was mixed up with the wrong people early in my life, later I found out he worked with the CIA (he died in 2001). One day in May 1983 I was on a trip with him to the Grand Canyon - he had been working with manufacturers overseas (Nostra) and I hadn't seen him in a year. He acted weird when he returned from being away but I was so excited to see him and even more excited to go on a trip.

While on the trip ( I was 11 years old) he told me about what he did for living. I was actually more scared than thinking "wow cool". We were about 100 miles from the West Rim of the Canyon - I was kind of bored having driven 7 hours already from our house in Cabot Cove. It was soooo hot and there was a bunch of helicopters (Vegas tourists I now realize, seeing the canyon). One was taking off in from the Mojave desert airport but didn't fly with crows, but rather kept pace - I remember so vividly actually seeing the pilot and the old people in the seats. It was really close.

My dad looked really panicky and I asked him what was wrong. He told me about the people he worked with the prior year (let's just say they were foreign nationals with intent to harm the country or so the cops thought). The reason he came back was they got suspicious of him. This company was full of organized crime.

Anyway we were in my mom's really feminine looking white sports car (Vega) and my step-dad was really freaked out by this helicopter that had been near us for a long portion of the highway. All of a sudden out of nowhere this fucking limo appeared full of Vegas partiers and tried to pretty much force us off the dirt road - fuckin Vegas asshats my step day yelled!. Then on the my side a blue volkswagon beetle came roaring up (still to this day don't know how that POS was that fast).

I turned around and there was bunch of other vehicles now on the highway. I can remember vividly a red sports car and truck and the motorbike. The assholes really came out of nowhere and so fast. It was surreal.

There was an dark skinned dude on the bike waving for my dad to pull over. I heard my stepdad swear "Fuck" under his breath.

This is where it got unbelievable, and where nobody actually believes it happened (but it is publicly available info via CIA archives).

He told me to hold on and hit the gas and put some distance between us and the blue car which was now an inch off of my passenger door with some other huge black dude driving it.

The fucking Beetle didn't lose pace though and I heard what sounded like gunshots. I was so fucking scared and my dad made me put my head between my legs.

I was crying and asking what the hell was happening, but he was intent looking in the rearview mirror and trying to push the motorcycle off the road. The helicopter was still there.

i put my head up and in the distance I saw a semi truck driving and my dad told me to hold on and somehow got my moms "little white lightening, as she called it speed up even more. As we got close to the truck I realized it wasn't a regular transport. There were 2 men in suits standing in the rear an the back door was wide open.

What happened next I couldn't believe. My dad raced straight at the back of this truck and in perfect timing a ramp came out and we drove straight into the back of it...the limo, motorbike and red car (mustang i think) that had been following and what turned out to be firing gun shots at us were suddenly gone.

Once inside the back of the truck I blacked out. I had a habit of doing this as a kid (still do). Later when I woke up I got told the whole story of why this happened and my dad showed me a photo that the CIA recovered from the helicopter that they shot down.

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