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"Akron Beacon Journal," February 27, 1977, via Newspapers.com |
It is, of course, common for police officers to chase down suspicious vehicles. It’s just not every day that the vehicle is a UFO named Floyd.
Our little road trip through The Weird began around 5 a.m. on April 17, 1966, on Route 224 in Portage County, Ohio. Deputy Sheriff Dale Spaur and mounted deputy Wilbur “Barney” Neff were approaching an abandoned car they had noticed on the side of the road. It was full of radios and walkie-talkies. More ominously, on the side of the car was a triangle surrounding a lightning bolt and the words, “Seven Steps to Hell.”
It seemed like the sort of thing that warranted a cautious investigation.
However, the car was soon forgotten when the officers were confronted with something even stranger: a large, brightly illuminated silver flying object emerged from the woods behind them, rising to a level of about one hundred feet. It was about forty feet wide and eighteen feet tall, and gave off a loud hum. As the UFO began moving east, Spaur told his dispatcher what they were seeing, and was instructed to start a pursuit.
At first, the men had no trouble following the object, although they had to get up to 100 miles an hour to keep it in close range. As they drove, they kept the dispatcher informed of their progress. As they approached East Palestine, Ohio, another officer named H. Wayne Huston happened to listen in on their commentary, and decided to join the fun. He stopped at an intersection he knew the men would have to pass. Soon afterward, he saw the UFO glide past him, followed by Spaur and Neff. Huston started up his car and joined the High Strangeness parade.
The chase finally ended in Conway, Pennsylvania, when Spaur began running out of gas. He pulled over to ask a local policeman for help. As the officer was on his radio seeking advice on how to handle a high-speed UFO chase, Huston pulled up with them. All this while, the flying object hovered nearby, as if it was waiting for its new friends to resume the game. After a few minutes, the officers heard on their radios that Air Force jets were being sent over to investigate the craft. Whoever or whatever was piloting the object was evidently listening in, as the news caused it to immediately shoot straight up and disappear.
There was an official investigation of the incident, with the authorities concluding that the men had simply misidentified Venus as the “UFO.” Or perhaps it was a satellite. In any case, it was all a bit fat nothingburger. Case closed. Move on and shut up.
A word of advice from Aunt Undine: If you should ever encounter a UFO, it might be wisest to keep that interesting fact to yourself. The publicity--and public ridicule--that followed news reports of this early-morning chase played hell on the lives of all the men involved. The Pennsylvania cop Spaur had talked to had to remove his phone line. Huston changed his name to “Harold W. Huston,” left the police force, and fled to Seattle to become a bus driver. Neff simply clammed up. His wife Jackelyne told a reporter, “He never talks about it anymore. Once he told me, ‘If that thing landed in my back yard, I wouldn’t tell a soul.’ He’s been through a wringer.” Spaur, who had spoken the most to the press, fared worst of all. The nonstop harassment from reporters, UFO researchers, and cranks drove him to something approaching a nervous breakdown. Everywhere he went--even church--he was identified as the local flying saucer-chaser. Each night, he would have nightmares about chasing the craft. By the time six months had passed, he had quit his job, his wife divorced him, and for a time he was a homeless drifter, existing on odd jobs. He once said, “After I saw the damn thing, my entire life came crashing down around my shoulders.” (Thankfully, Spaur eventually remarried, found new work, and got his life back on track.)
There was a sequel to this ill-starred Close Encounter. It took place one day in June 1966, shortly before Spaur left the police force. His department--fearing any more press attention--agreed that if any of them should see the UFO again, they would use the code word “Floyd.” (Spaur’s middle name.) As Spaur was driving down I-80 just outside of Cleveland, he saw the silver flying saucer hovering over him. Spaur muttered into his radio, “Floyd’s here with me.” He then pulled off the road, lit a cigarette, and brooded for about fifteen minutes. When he nervously looked out his window again, the craft was gone.
At this point, you’re probably also wondering about the strange “Seven Steps to Hell” car that kicked off this whole Fortean mess. So is everyone else. When police went back to where the car had been abandoned, it too had vanished, never to be seen again.