It was early evening now and I asked my dad where we were going. He said he waslooking for the girl named D; and we continued driving around town. He said he wasgoing to go to a place where she might be. As we were driving on this road, don’t knowthe name of it, we saw some young kids (teens) pulled over on the side of the roadworking on their car; there was a guy and a girl. At the time we were passing by, the guywas leaning over an open hood with the driver’s door open while the girl was standingnearby.When we passed them, my dad slowed down, stared at the young kids on the side of theroad and said, “Debbie, can you see the girl? Can you describe her?” I made an attemptto see her but she had gotten into the car and I was only able to see very little of her. Iresponded that I could not see well enough to describe her. My dad then stopped and began backing up very slowly, heading back toward them and staring in their direction,toward the young kids.Again, he asked me if I could describe the girl. As I looked over to where these youngkids were while backing toward them, the young guy suddenly jumped into the vehicleand sped off. His car kicked up some dirt. My dad then began to chase them. He said,“I think that is her in the car.” We followed them; my dad was driving fast trying tocatch up to them.
(This event is vivid in my memory because on my many occasions of accompanying mydad in the car, he never went over the speed limit—actually, most of the time he would not drive the speed limit—he drove like a turtle—that was a phrase we all used for dad’sdriving)
At this time, Dad was driving very fast trying to catch up to the young kids in the car: hesaid that he was trying to look in their car to see if he recognized the girl inside as the girlnamed D he was looking for. He kept asking me if I could describe the girl to him. Atone time, we came close to catching up to them. As we were trying to gain on them, (andI think the boy slowed down as though he was taunting my dad) with my dad closest tothe passenger side of the vehicle, both occupants in the vehicle looked over at us and mydad looked over at them; the boy driving yelled something at us while waving his lefthand out of the driver side window and the girl yelled something, too. I believe the boyyelled “chicken” and was taunting my dad. The boy and girl were making noises saying“balk, balk, balk, and yelling chicken.” My dad just looked over at them with a smirk onhis face, not a friendly one. I could see that my dad was very upset at this time.