I've got a little entertaining story to tell.
See the photo, it's about 1978 and John H. is in his prime racing his modified 911L on Mulholland nightly. He can whoop the butt on just about anyone on Mulholland except for Charlie and myself in my RSR.
One day, I'm in my driveway working on my car as usual and suddenly, here comes John flying down to my house at full speed. He jumps out and says, "come over to the other side of the house to look down Benedict, there's lots of cops searching for me". Holy crapp! We go look down Hutton Dr. and there are cops driving around fast. He was caught speeding in lower Beverly Hills and led the cops up Benedict Canyon. John felt that to get away from the mayhem, he would go the my house to escape. What a mistake!
While we are being entertained watching the black and whites driving around below and the Helicopters that are now circling the canyon, all of a sudden, the choppers turn towards us. They fly directly to my mountaintop. As John and myself run back to his Porsche, here come police cars down my driveway. Oh Shucks! Turns out the police were told to proceed immediatly to my address when the dispatcher found that it was a modified Porsche that they were looking for. You see, the New West article with John and myself had come out and it had my license plate showing, so by that time they knew where I was located on Mul. So it was assumed that it was me who they were looking for, unfortunately John instead was caught at my house of all ironic deals. He was handcuffed and put into the back of a patrol car.
Now he wants me to get into his car to remove his pipe, with all the police around. Holy crapp! So, I ask politely to get the tools out of the car so that they won't get stolen in the impound yard.
I reached in and retrieved the pipe and tools in question with no problem. I felt relieved to have helped my buddy.
Now he wants me to get the small bag of herb out of his pocket. You gotta be kidding, I thought. Well this seemed impossible now with Officers all over the car. I saw him being driven away, and his Porsche impounded. I didn't know what would happen.
Somehow John managed to pull the bag out, and shove it under the front seat of the patrol car. When they arrived at the WLA Police Station, the cops searched their car but not under the front seat. Talk about luck! But for years I've always wondered what happened to the next guy arrested in that same police car trying to explain that that bag wasn't his.
We still talk about this harrowing expereince to this day, and remember it's details. It's one part of Mulholland life and times for John and myself we won't ever forget.