Around 1990 in Chicago, right before I mellowed out and got serious about biz, a friend of ours got into a 3 on
him fight in another section of town. Of course we had to get together to reprimand the culprits. We all got together, I think it was like 8 to 10 of us and piled into the 2 cars we had. We were used to fighting because that was kind of our claim to fame. Of course we all had a variety of weapons and guns in the trunk as well if it came to that. Fortunately it didn't too often.
We got to the section where the guys were and we spotted 3 of them. They were close to the train station which are sunken but still open air with the freeway on both sides. They ran down and of course we followed them. A couple of our guys were now missing because they had to stay with the cars.
We hop the turnstile and get to the edge of the platform where these bastards were waiting with at least 10 of their friends. They were on the football team and practice was over or something. Needless to say we got into the biggest brawl you could imagine! I'm sure passing cars were getting an eye full of this scene straight out of the movies. I tossed a dude off the edge of the platform!
That was fun!
Again, fortunately this was a peaceful fight with no weapons but we were outnumbered so it wasn't an easy fight but we were so used to fightning in group brawls we kicked their asses! Heads slamming into concrete and metal garbage cans. More people being tossed off the side darn near getting electrocuted by the third rail!
Those were the days! *sigh*