The Wolf and the Motorcycle

By Dart Lee

Brace yourself as Ohio native Dart Lee reveals his horrific personal experiences with a ruthless rogue neighbor. The experience he and his family endured for years is far beyond any reasonable persons ability to comprehend. The Wolf and the Motorcycle is loaded with emotion and surprise. Author Dart Lee tells of his surreal life encounter so you can have a front row seat and witness for yourself what actually took place when evil took up residence next to the Lee familys north Ohio home

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Mar 26, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468562477

Dart Lee

Dart Lee and his wife Jenna and son Dayton live in Granton Ohio. Dart Lee is a percussionist and an inventor. His wife works in the health field. Dart Lee’s ancestors were on the original Mayflower voyage to America and has family members in the Mayflower society. Dart Lee is related to Theodore Roethke who is a Pulitzer Prize winning poet from Michigan. Dart Lee and his family enjoy everything on two, three and four wheels on their private property. Dart Lee is working on his next book

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Contents

Dedication

Acknowledgements

Introduction

Chapter 1 Top Dog

Chapter 2 Games Animals Play

Chapter 3 Wolf Sighting

Chapter 4 One Scared Puppy

Chapter 5 Stray Law Dog

Chapter 6 Tame Or Rabid

Chapter 7 Dog Groomer

Chapter 8 Bitter First Litter

Chapter 9 Money Hound

Chapter 10 First Bite

Chapter 11 Doggy Style

Chapter 12 Twice Bitten

Chapter 13 Where Wolf

Chapter 14 Wild Or Domestic

Chapter 15 Den Of Wolves

Chapter 16 Marking Territory

Chapter 17 Hounds of Hell

Chapter 18 Lease Police Dog

Chapter 19 Wolf Warning

Chapter 20 Bark At The Hall

Chapter 21 Dog Fight Rematch

Chapter 22 Wolf’s Conflict Of Ethics

Chapter 23 Dog Daze

Chapter 24 Untouchable Wolf

About The Author

One Final Thought

Letters

Dedication

Dedicated to those who are innocent and have been afflicted by the few who abuse the power given to them. Dedicated to those who fall victim by wolves that take for themselves that which does not rightfully belong to them and use deceitful ways to obtain personal gain. Talk to someone about it. Act early if you suspect something. The statute of limitations is a terrible thing.

Acknowledgements

First and foremost I want to thank Jesus Christ. I have faith the size of a mustard seed that I will see you at the appointed time because you are perfect not I. To my wife Jenna I thank you for being there with me during this misfortune and giving us our son Dayton who will find out someday that Lee is not a name it is a way of life. Thank you dad for all the land you left me and busted your rear to get. Thank you mom for leading me to Jesus Christ by planting seeds when I was very young that didn’t take root until I was thirty and are yet to fully develop and bare fruit. A special thanks to you who purchase The Wolf And The Motorcycle and have decided that an emotional roller coaster of a read sounds good to you.

Watch for the theatrical version of this book called Darkest Dog scheduled for release in the fall of 2013.

Introduction

When a wolf seeks prey it will go after one of three different kinds of prey. First is the frail elder outcast. Second is the unaware helpless newborn. And last is the wounded. The frail elder outcast is easy to attack but is wise. The unaware helpless newborn is easy to attack but is around its parents. The wounded are the quickest and easiest prey to attack. In this story I was the wounded. I was sought out and found and viciously and brutally attacked. I was knocked down hard and battered and bruised and lost my ground. But I survived. I am healed. I am stronger than before. Should I strike back now that the wolf is the old frail outcast? I am now the Patriarch of my herd. What is expected of me? The wolf that once gazed at me with fury from a distance now looks away when he sees me looking at him. I am not afraid anymore. Yet he won’t leave. He still circles my herd. I can’t take my eyes off him. He is still a wolf.

- Dart Lee

Christmas Eve 2011

Chapter 1 

 Top Dog

We would like to welcome Den Lee to Baja Acres the loud speaker said. Den is from Granton Ohio and is the oldest rider we have ever had run one of our motocross races, so good luck Mr. Lee the loud speaker said again. Some people were clapping. Dad and I were in Millington, Michigan in the pits for a motocross race. It was the summer of 1983 and I was 13 and dad was 65. We both ran 125 cc dirt bikes. We both ran two twenty minute motos on a track that many riders said was the toughest in Michigan. Dad did it just as well as I did. Dad and I pulled in next to a new forty foot motor home. We were in a 1970 Matador that barely ran and was rusty with mismatched tires and two new Yamaha 125 dirt bikes. We looked like Sanford and Son that just ripped off a cycle shop. Dad was a millionaire already. I asked him if he could afford one of those new forty foot motor homes. Dad said that he could afford ten of them. I asked if we were gonna get one? He said no and I asked why not? Waste of money dad said. Dad never flaunted it once that he was wealthy. In fact if you didn’t know Den Lee you would think he was poor. We left tired and dirty because we had no place to clean up. Someone even had to jump start our car so we could make it home. I was enjoying the best days of my life and didn’t even realize it. Thank you dad, those were the days.

My father Den Lee was in the Army Air Corps in the 1940’s and was a fighter pilot. It is now called the Air Force. Dad was in Singapore on a classified mission involving a target that was a threat to America. He never did tell me all the details because he said classified means classified. Dad finally told me the details a few weeks before he passed away. He said that I may be the only civilian who has the details of his mission. He did say that there was an attack being staged near Singapore where German blimps were being turned into war machines at a huge factory. He said his mission was a total success. He was one of the pilots that was in the air raid to destroy the blimp factory. You will not find any info anywhere on this attack is what he told me. It is recorded in history as a fire that destroyed the factory to this day. When the aircraft carrier returned to America my father Lieutenant Colonel Den Lee was given nine months off with a large check for his service. He vacationed in Boca Raton Florida and bought a motel there. He came to north Ohio and saw 700 beautiful wooded acres for sale and he bought it with the money he had left. After he saw the Florida property prices he thought that he got a bargain in Granton, Ohio. This is where he would also meet my mom Sara. Dad built the Wine Creek Country Club and a private airport so he could continue flying. He was a penny pincher and never drank or gambled. He owned a restaurant and many rental houses as well as a leasing company and a car dealership. My father Den Lee credited his success with the secret mission pay and quick promotions the Army Air Corps gave him. Dad said he was not the best pilot just the craziest. He always bought and drove used cars and wore rummage sale clothes. Dad chose not to run World War II Veteran plates on his vehicle because he said that he was no hero and a lot of people died because of him and his P-40 Warhawk fighter plane. When I was young I remember dad leaving the room crying during war movies. I asked mom what was wrong. Mom would always say that my father had nightmares of young mothers with little children who were without husbands and fathers because of him. Mom said dad loved to fly and loved the military but hated his missions so he would ride motorcycles to ease his mind. He loved motorcycles ever since he was a kid but could not afford one back then. So when he was in the military one of the first things he bought was a Cushman. Dad said he had one at Mitchel Field in New York and another in Kelly Field in Texas and he would race them down the runways on his time off. I guess they are all called bases now but dad always called them fields. He grew up real poor in Southern Illinois and said one day he will enjoy life with his son on motorcycles. He said that they are fun, challenging and saved money because they burn little fuel. Dad got me my first motorcycle when I was 10 in 1980 and I learned to ride it on his golf course. After several paying customers were having sightings of a little kid riding a dirt bike while trying to golf he built me a motocross track out in the woods a half mile away. Dad and I would drive a few hundred miles north into Michigan to Steven’s Cycle. They were always cheaper than our local dealer so we would make a day trip to buy our motorcycles there. Dad would always stop in Frankenmuth to eat but I always wanted to eat at a famous diner in Birch Run not too far from BaJa Acres. Dad would sleep in the back seat of the Matador and I would pitch a tent once at the track. We would wake up cold and stiff but dad always reminded me of the money we saved by not going to a motel.

My father Den Lee and I would ride almost every weekend on the state trails or race all over the state at Glass City and indoors at Cincinnati Gardens. We even rode the Silver Dome series in Michigan. Michigan riders are crazy. The season started in March and the ground was frozen still and sometimes we raced in snow. The Michigan tracks are rough and they always had guys that were real fast. I raced against Jeff Stanton, Frank Knight and Todd Dehoop. These guys were called the Michigan Mafia and I could not catch them. Mike Larocco and the Bowen brothers were there for the series also. My dad thought we had an advantage over the Michigan boys because we had warmer weather and a longer riding season. We were mistaken. The Michigan boys can’t ride in the winter so when they can in the spring they are hungry and fired up. I would usually be in the top six at tracks in Michigan like Bull Dogs, Mustang Acres, Moreland’s, Dutch Sport Park and Polka Dots. My local favorite track groomed between races and it was smooth. The tracks in Michigan were rutted with washboards and holes and the groomers did not run until everyone left. Dad said that is why they were so fast. Dad fell at Moreland’s in 1984 on a big downhill and dislocated his shoulder and would not let me go with him in the ambulance to the hospital. He said go and run your race I am fine, that’s an order! Dad took his last ride in 1998 on his Yamaha 225 dirt bike on his airport. I was riding with him that day. He said that it was just too hard for him to ride anymore. I suggested that he ride a quad so he would not have to balance it. He said it is two wheels or nothing at all, he was 80 years old.

Y2K had gone by without much trouble. I remember waiting for midnight to strike and to see if anything would happen. I called dad and wished him a happy new year. I’m surprised he answered. He said he watched the ball drop and liked Dick Clark. I checked on him every day because he was losing weight and not leaving home much. He had to sell the golf course in 1990 because of the divorce and he was never the same after that. The news was on in my living room and I was sitting on the couch and if something was going to happen I was going to be tuned into the television. I thought of my mom who had made elaborate preparations in case of any misfortune. My mom is the original church lady and is very religious. Mom stocked up on household goods and purchased an above ground fuel tank full of fuel and got a gun and some ammo as well as a high dollar generator. She also had bought seeds and dehydrated food goods. I thought she would just trust in the Lord. Mom said that maybe it was the Lord who told her to prepare. She got me there. I went to the bank in Granton to make a withdrawal and closed my entire account. I remember the teller yelling at me because she said that someone who makes a withdrawal of this size should give a previous warning so they could better assist me. They were not ready to hand out seven thousand dollars on a walk in I guess. So I put the money in the safe at home and of course around here nothing did happen. One set back that I remember is that I was a little afraid to leave the home for extended periods of time and I unplugged everything so the possibility of my house burning down would be minimized. One thing I did do several times a day is to open the safe and see if the money was still in there which it always was. I kept