RULED A HOMICIDE
Peter Joseph Connors, 38, had been dead
for more than two days before he was
found behind his home in the 17900 block
Southwest 52nd Court
Sheriff's Office spokesman Al Gordon
A man whose body was found behind his
home in southwest
on Monday died of a blow to the head,
and his death has been ruled a homicide,
a spokesman for the Broward Sheriff's
Office said. Peter Joseph Connors, 38,
had been dead for more than two days
before he was found behind his home at
Southwest 52nd Court,
Davie, Sheriff's Office spokesman Al
Gordon said. Connors ran a motorcycle
and auto repair business from his home.
He also owned a construction business
and worked sometimes as a carpenter,
Gordon said. A man who went to pick up
his dog at the home discovered the body
CHARGED WITH MURDER
[SUN-SENTINEL Edition 1]
Broward Sheriff's Office detectives on
Sunday arrested a suspect in
and charged him with the murder of a
38-year-old man whose body was found
last week behind the victim's house in
Steven Lawrence Inloes, 34, is suspected
of killing Peter Joseph Connors on June
16 and then fleeing with about $2,000 of
Connors' money, some gold jewelry and
the victim's motorcycle, Sheriff's
Office spokesman George Crolius said.
Inloes will be returned to
by Tuesday to face a charge of
first-degree murder, Crolius said.
Detectives said Inloes and Connors were
in the Broward County Jail on drug
charges in May when Connors offered to
let Inloes stay at his home after Inloes
was released from jail, Crolius said.
Pete Connor's Estate consisted of a huge house with a fully working plant nursery. In addition to that he had a construction business, several wharehouses full of Harley parts, and a car and motorcycle repair business.
Pete grew up here with his sister Sue at 178-C.
Rota Connors' House
Connors first moved to Edgewater with
his mother Rota
sister Sue after the death of their
Father. Rota bought a
little house in the back alley of
C-Section at 178-C. Raising 2 kids on a
waitress’ salary wasn’t easy but she did
the best she could. Pete Connors was a
guy I first met when I was into
go-carts. Gregory Peters, me, and the Mc
Ardle brothers had a go-cart over in
Greg's yard in
Park. We could
not get it to start and years later we
realized that Greg's father, Harry, had
messed with it. It had no spark but we
pulled on that pull cord every day for
weeks, hoping and hoping. In the end it
never did run.
Pete had a go-cart with a 7 and a half
horse motor (at least that's what he
told us) that he wanted to sell. First,
though, we wanted to be sure it ran. So
we took it out onto the street and spent
days trying to get it to run. It would
just wouldn't continue to run.
we never bought it but I got to know
Pete, who also was into boats and cars.
He had a 3 point hydro moored out from
that didn't have a motor. So I stuck my
Evinrude Fastwin 18 horse on it. Man, it
one day I'm walking past the buildings
on Longstreet Avenue and I see this beautiful
dark blue 64 Impala SS with a light blue
interior and a 409, 4 speed with the
chrome Muncie shifter with the chrome
ball at the top and the reverse levers
on the side. It also had dark smoke tinted windows, which was something you didn't see much back then. The whole car was
beautiful car I had ever seen. It had
Crager SS mags in the front and Chrome
reverse rims on the back. It had a For
Sale sign on
it. A few days later I see Pete driving
it. Well, just to ride in it was great.
The feel of power.
And he wasn't afraid to show me some "Posi"
tracks either and to bang some gears.
Exhilarating! I was hooked. I never got
to drive it and after a few months his
mother sold it on him.
His next car was a grey
primer 57 Vette, with a 283, 4 speed.
This car I got to drive, and for a 13
year old, behind the wheel of a Vette
with the owner saying to punch it was
fantastic. Through riding around with
“Ghetto” (Pete’s nickname) I got to meet
"Stitchy" (Richy Palmeri). One day I'm
with Pete, Stitchy's behind us, and Pete
pulls over and says ride with him. So I
jumped out and jumped into Ritchy
Palmeri's Chevy II and that was the
start of an era for me. I hung out with
Pete and the guys almost regularly after
that. Mostly, everybody hung out up the
Stores, and occasionally Jimmy Shaw
would have to come out and yell at
somebody for doing burnouts. I hung out
with Pete for years and eventually he
moved to Fort Lauderdale. When I
went down there I called his sister Sue
and asked her to tell him to meet me at
a Mc Donalds on SR 84 off I-95. Sure
enough, here comes Pete on his '48
Harley Panhead. I stayed with Pete thru
the winter which was great.
Nothing like going
swimming at the beach at Las Olas Blvd
on a January morning. Pete, like
me, wanted to live life fast and hard
and hopefully not grow old having done
Pete never left Florida after that, except for Labor Day or to see his mother. Friends drifted apart as we all know happens. Pete did well down there. He managed to amass several small warehouses full of motorcycle parts, then buy a plant nursey out in Davie, which is west of Ft. Lauderdale. He knew a lot of bikers, naturally, including the Outlaws of South Florida and the Chingalings in the South Bronx.
I once went with him and Mark Cunningham to the Chingalings building in the Bronx. They owned the building, had all their bikes parked outside, and a basement full of bike parts. I mean they had parts up the ying yang. Pete never wanted to join a bike club though because for one thing he didn't like people telling him what to do. Pete had a rebellious personality which got him into trouble with the law at times, but actually made him more popular with his friends. It wasn't that he was a bad guy, just rebellious. I liked his attitude.
At one time in Florida you could drive a motorcycle with a regular driver's license but they changed all that. Pete never bothered with any of that. He wasn't big on paperwork and eventually he got arrested for it in Ft. Lauderdale. He always had an attitude with cops, which I liked. Being a biker in South Florida drew alot of heat and he got hassled alot. Now South Florida in the 80’s was the cocaine capital of the world. I mean even if you look at a lot of 80’s movies people snortin’ cocaine was part of it. Pete (or me, for that matter) wasn’t into working some slave job for life so he was an entrepeneur. He had a lot of friends who were both into Harley’s and drugs. One thing led to another and he followed the natural path. Dealing coke wasn’t for everyone but Pete could handle it and the people who he dealt with. Everyone and their mother was doing coke in the 80's, especially in south Florida. Real estate adds in the Keys advertised their properties as "smuggler's paradise" and ocean going boats and airplanes brought in massive amounts of it. So I don't blame him a bit for going that route. In addition to the warehouses full of motorcycle parts, his carpentry business, his repair business and then his plant nursery, Pete had definite plans of getting out of the coke business. For him, it was just a means to an end. Pete didn’t always have it easy. I remember one time he was so down on his luck he was living out of a small wharehouse. I always respected him for living life his way. He always did things his way and didn’t care what anyone thought.
When he first
moved to Florida, I went down to see him
and he invited me to stay with him.
Later, I would move to Pompano Beach
with my wife, Patty Lou Donovan, of
Edgewater. We hung out all the time. He
had a Panhead. I had a ’75 Sportster
that I bought off Kenny Gress. There
came a time when me and Patty moved back
to Edgewater. I lost touch with him for
awhile. After my divorce, I went down to
see him and again he invited me to stay
with him. I was with Walter Miller from
Edgewater and we both stayed with him.
He knew I was hurting, big time. He was
way out in Davie and the guy he was
partnered with had a huge piece of land.
He was a machinist and built 4 wheelers
and motorcycles. He even had a circular
track on his propery. At the time he was
living next door to the nursery that he
would later buy, and got me and Wally
jobs transporting the nursery plants all
over the state for the guy in a box
I had to come
back to New York for a lawsuit I was
involved in and Wally stayed down there
with him. After the settlement I stayed
in New York so I could visit with my
He made tons
of money and eventually bought the
nursery. Things were going good for him
for a few years before he got arrested.
(Someone probably dimed him.) He met
some guy in jail that he invited to his
house after the guy got out. Apparently,
the guy had no place to stay and maybe
Pete offered him a job. No one knows.
The guy wound up murdering him, then
ransacking his house. The guy was busted
in Tallahassee a few days later wearing
a gold chain of Pete's. He also had one
of Pete’s Harley’s.
given a Biker's Funeral by the Outlaws,
concluding with them firing their guns
in the air at the end of the service.
The cops did nothing.
Pete did things his way, and he
succeeded, big time.
He was as
rebellious as they come.
That he had a
good heart eventually did him in.
I miss you
Rest In Peace, my friend.