Someone posted in Ferrari Chat that Miles Davis had fallen asleep at the wheel and stuffed his Lambo. I was there and responded.
was a bit more to it than that. He didn't fall asleep at the wheel. He
tried to make a right angle turn at 60 mph from the left lane of the
West side Highway to the 125 ST exit across three lanes of traffic. He
didn't make it. He hit the WPA Stone exit ramp and the Lime Green Miura
came apart like Brazilian plywood in the rain. I pulled over and ran
back to his car. He was wearing leather pants and the bones of both of
his legs were sticking through the pants. He was bleeding badly.
looked at me and said: " Is my car ****ed up?" I told him the car was
gone. He said: " I got to take a look." I told him both legs were broken
and he wasn't going anywhere. I ripped up a shirt I found on the floor
and told him to hold the cloth over the bleeding with pressure as it was
getting bad but not arterial. There were two large plastic bags
filled with white powder on the floor and one had broken open. The
interior was dusted. I grabbed the bags and ran to the sewer and chucked
them. He screamed: "What the **** you doing????" I used rain water to
wipe down the car as best as I could.
The cops arrived. One of
them asked me who I was. I told them just one of the guys he cut off. He
looked at Miles and at me and told me to split.
Years later I was directing "Shakedown"
with Peter Weller. Weller liked Miles's music and I told him that
story. One night he went to hear Miles. He went back stage where Miles
recognized him. "Hey Robo" Peter told him the story and asked if it was
Miles got real quiet and said: " I always wondered who that
White Mother ****er was. You thank him for me and tell him to come by
Miles was in the hospital for a long time and didn't
play for almost a year. He did make hours of basement tapes which he
gave to Sal. One day maybe we'll release them but they're pretty raw...
This story originally appeared on the P4/5 Competizione Facebook page on June 20th, 2012 and was republished with permission.
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