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
quickly as i could. as he approaches the suspect, deputy musto senses something is 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 his life. 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 anot
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 m approaching him, he s out of the car, and he s 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 have now and it s goosebumps. 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 the hospital. i mean that s pure toughness. the deputies can t see the license plate. the biker tucked the tag under the seat hidden from view. but musto s earlier dispatch yiel
leather jacket. the bike is spotted in a nearby strip mall parking lot, only a mile away from the scene of the crime. the motorcycle was parked in front of a barbershop. the boynton beach police department is working in a nearby mall when he hears the call. he knows this barbershop very well. i, of course, recognize it only because i get my hair cut at the barbershop it was found in front of. when i heard that it was this barbershop, i knew who owned the motorcycle. there s only one person inside that barbershop. it s mr. morales. palm beach deputy ron cohen arrests victor morales. mr. morales was a barber and he was late for work and he was on his way to the barbershop when this happened. the logo on the back of his jacket is for the 0 to 60 motorcycle club. god forbid deputy musto would have got killed that day, he would have been charged with manslaughter, gone to jail for a very long time just over a speeding ticket.