a thousand thoughts go through your mind. do i let go at 40 miles an hour now or let go at 140 miles an hour down the road? in that split second, musto has another thought. if i could have freed up my left hand and hung on with my right, which was impossible, i could have reached for my gun and probably would have shot him. but he doesn t. he is thrown off just as the biker re-enters the interstate. this guy was not going to stop. he would have killed me for a traffic ticket. i rolled around on the ground, and my first thought was, i m not paralyzed. i can move. and i stood up and said, wow, there s no bones sticking out. i can walk. now musto finds him in the midst of oncoming traffic in the center of an intersection. i went to get up and i saw the light turn green, and people didn t want to miss the green light, so they went on through the intersection. no one offered help. dazed and disoriented musto dodges oncoming traffic. one lady that was parked next to my patr
with beautiful weather year round and wide freeways, the sunshine state is a playground for renegade drivers. on a daily basis you see people out on i-95 that are driving just crazy. very fast speeds, 120, 130, 140, 150 miles an hour. deputy mike musto is part of the aggressive driving unit. they just get out there and they re blind. they have no sense of how fast they re going. at 62 years old, the veteran deputy thought he d seen it all until the afternoon of march 29th, 2011. the day started routinely for me. running my laser speed measuring device on the side of i-95, detecting speeders that i normally get 20 miles an hour over the speed limit before i even look at you. musto is parked under an overpass when suddenly a motorcycle blows by. the speed limit on i-95 is 65 miles an hour, and he went by me at 112, in and out of traffic, following too closely, improper lane changes.
i don t know. just keep an eye out for this guy. i m going to check my video. it s not until now that severe pain sets in. i m skinned up a little bit. my uniform s ripped. i don t need ems. the pain was pretty intense. my scrapes were pretty big and deep. i didn t even feel pain until ten minutes later when things started burning. i didn t know how bad it was for deputy musto until i got there. when ferrell reaches musto, the dragged deputy isn t in good shape. as i approach him, he s out of the car, very excited. i want to make sure he s okay first. sit down. i m okay. i m all right. i want to make sure. sit down. musto refuses ems. instead he insists they watch the dash cam video, looking for any identifying information. when i first saw the video of deputy musto getting dragged, i had the same feeling i do now, that s goose bumps. you watch him as he falls off the bike and he rolls around. he tells me he doesn t want to go to the hospital. well, you re going to
musto shadows him for about five miles up an off-ramp to a red light. he never knew he was being followed until i pulled up alongside of him. i got out of my vehicle as quickly as i could. as he approaches the suspect, deputy musto senses something was going to happen. i could see the way he squinted his eyes and stared a hole right through me. i could see the hatred in his eyes. what happens next literally blows musto away. i saw him reach for the clutch on the motorcycle. i grabbed him in the area of his right shoulder blade and got a good grip. as soon as i grabbed him, he hit it and took me off me feet, and within a second i was going too fast to let go. blazing through a red light at a busy intersection, the biker drags deputy musto for nearly 300 feet. i probably was drug behind the motorcycle for four to five seconds. it felt like an eternity. during that moment, i was scared. hanging onto the outlawed biker, musto needs to make a split-second decision to save
thing happened, i could see her mouthing to me, are you all right? i m all right. he returns to his patrol car and immediately pursues the biker. he also radios dispatch. i just got drug by a motorcycle. high rate of speed. north on i-95. in this line of work you hear signs. you know, people who you ve worked with. that just didn t sound normal. deputy will ferrell is a mile away when he hears his friend s call for help. you start hearing it in his voice. you start hearing that adrenaline, you know, tired sound. white motorcycle. black leather jacket. hispanic rider. some kind of a tat of a logo on the back. musto s call sets off a countywide manhunt for the suspect, mobilizing officers, patrol cars, even helicopters. meanwhile musto s lost sight of the biker and pulls over to the side of the road. i may have video of the tag.