I can't know for certain why that incident stopped them, but it did. Nobody called the police that night, but they knew they could have been arrested since they came onto my folks property. Of course I could have been fined for littering. Maybe they became drunk with power over the years as they became more and more outrageous and nobody did anything about it, as their group grew larger and larger, and this slap in the face sobered them. Or maybe they just didn't realize what a nuisance they had become and it took something radical to wake them up. Some people might guess that they had not had any fathering or proper fathering and they were begging for guidance. "Searching for boundaries.".
Not sure myself. I think their sobering-up to the damage they were doing was the biggest part with their legal predicament being second.
But... one of their gang had told the gang that I was nothing to worry about. That guy was a thorn in my side from an early age, even after I finally boxed him at about age 12 to shut him up. That boxing match, with gloves, lasted about 5 seconds. One punch to his solar plexus and he was toast. I didn't win the fight that night with the lead biker, but I did throw him to his back from standing at one point with a pretty nice upper body move, though I couldn't hold him down for long. He did get in 10 smacks to my mouth when I was in a head-lock, but I got a take down and near fall! He knew after that while he could take me, I was not push-over. So he knew after that night that there were people out there that would stand up to him and could. And... the father that moved in was a pretty big dude. An HP Engineer... probably not someone that would go toe to toe, but this biker now knew he could not assume that.
I didn't give up in that fight even though I was being pummelled repeatedly in the mouth. The other bikers broke it up out of concern that the police might arrive soon.
Some mix of the above.
