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THE DEAD n
Edward D a n M Moore, 20
Found Dec. 26, 1972, 7th Street off-ramp, San Gabriel River Freeway in Seal Beach Found July 30, 1973, 7th Street on-ramp, San Diego Freeway in Seal Beach
Ronnie Qene W M M , 20
Partial remains found May 8, 1975, in Long Beach Marina, and Oct. 19, 1975, in south Orange County
Found April 16, 1978, on Euclid Street on-ramp, Riverside Freeway in Anaheim
Found June 19, 1978, near Moulton Parkway in unincorporated Orange County
Found June 16, 1979, Irvine Center Drive on-ramp to San Diego Freeway in Irvine
Found Jan. 27, 1983, on northbound San Gabriel River Freeway on-ramp in Seal Beach
John Doe
Found Nov. 18, 1978, on on-ramp to San Diego and San Gabriel River freeways in Seal Beach
Michael Indeibieten, 21
Found Feb. 13, 1983, near Glendora Ridge Road in Angeles National Forest
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THE ACCUSED
Arrested May 14, 1983, on San Diego Freeway near Mission Viejo
They were young men in search of life. Instead, they found death on their
erhaps what lured at least some of these young men to their deaths was the road. The network of freeways that ties together Southern California, after all, is what makes possible an alluring lifestyle of endless possibilities. The road enables a person to live in one place, work in another and still have the mountains and the beaches within an afternoon's drive. To live what real-estate billboards along the way extol as the "California Promise," a car is essential. Those who don't have cars form a legion of the dispossessed. Still, the freeway offers a tantalizing invitation. Friends, lovers and good times await somewhere down the road. Signs beckon with the excitement of faraway destinations. So they head out to the freeway entrance ramps. Some carry a few prized possessions a sketch pad, a pair of roller skates or an old electric razor repaired by a father's loving hand tucked in their backpacks. Some start out with only the clothes on their backs. Others are cloaked in youthful bravado or the boldness that alcohol brings. They stick their thumbs out and stare hopefully at the cars rushing by, and wait. Many do not realize their vulnerability. The road, despite the connection it offers, also is a lonely, isolated place where strange and awful things happen where fate is liable to take terrifying twists.
RIDE
By Patrick J. KigeiYThe Register