thats a ton of $ for a funeral
u think whoever inherited his crack $ wouldnt wanna waste it on a dead guy
ranier wolfcastle -thats a ton of $ for a funeral
u think whoever inherited his crack $ wouldnt wanna waste it on a dead guy
think how much they saved on hearse and lowering equipment fees, since they could just push that shit right up to and then right into the hole.
Right Hand JO Power -ranier wolfcastle -thats a ton of $ for a funeral
u think whoever inherited his crack $ wouldnt wanna waste it on a dead guy
think how much they saved on hearse and lowering equipment fees, since they could just push that shit right up to and then right into the hole.
It would be awesome if it had hydraulics and the body just popped into the hole when they raised the tires.
also, why did they go with a mercedes grill and not make it look like a maserati? this dude wasn't mercedes rick.
Right Hand JO Power -also, why did they go with a mercedes grill and not make it look like a maserati? this dude wasn't mercedes rick.
lol i just said that to someone here at work 30 seconds ago.
Right Hand JO Power -also, why did they go with a mercedes grill and not make it look like a maserati? this dude wasn't mercedes rick.
Reminds me of a pic I took the other day.
It was a bumper sticker on the front of a car, referring to a car company, while on a car from a different brand.
Hold on...
StevetheWeasel -Passive Jay -Right Hand JO Power -also, why did they go with a mercedes grill and not make it look like a maserati? this dude wasn't mercedes rick.
lol i just said that to someone here at work 30 seconds ago.
Seriously, though!
How do you screw that up!? It would be like burying Ronald McDonald in a giant burrito. It’s insane!
How did this not ever come up when they were putting this thing together?
we just finished the flower arrangement for "Chevy Dave's" funeral
Right Hand JO Power -ranier wolfcastle -thats a ton of $ for a funeral
u think whoever inherited his crack $ wouldnt wanna waste it on a dead guy
think how much they saved on hearse and lowering equipment fees, since they could just push that shit right up to and then right into the hole.
Nah, that's Detroit, the casket didn't make it out the door before it was up on blocks.
The_KoJ -Right Hand JO Power -ranier wolfcastle -thats a ton of $ for a funeral
u think whoever inherited his crack $ wouldnt wanna waste it on a dead guy
think how much they saved on hearse and lowering equipment fees, since they could just push that shit right up to and then right into the hole.
Nah, that's Detroit, the casket didn't make it out the door before it was up on blocks.
“Fo’ Brick Rick”
^^^^^ I was going to ask if just the hubcaps were stolen or did they get the entire wheels ?
Maserati Rick was his name but he owned many cars and it was probably hella easier to get Mercedes parts than Maserari parts
When the white boy Rick movie came out, I thought they’d have him in it
At first I got upset because I thought this would be about the Miami Dolphins playboy.
MASERATI RICK” MET BRUTAL END TO HIS REIGN AS DETROIT DRUG BOSS, BOLD UNDERWORLD ASSASSINATION OCCURRED 30 YRS. AGO
Dapper Detroit drug don Richard (Maserati Rick) Carter was killed in maybe the most brazen gangland slaying in Motown’s storied underworld history 30 years ago this week. The suave, handsome and notoriously well-connected crime lord is best remembered for being buried in a $25,000 custom-made gold-plated Mercedes-Benz coffin.
The 29-year old Carter was shot to death in his hospital bed by a hit man dressed in doctor’s scrubs September 12, 1988 on a busy early evening at Mt. Carmel Mercy Hospital (now Sinai-Grace) on the city’s northwest side. He had been engaged in a heated feud with rival drug kingpin Edward (Big Ed) Hanserd. Police found a wooden cross, a set of rosary beads and a .357 Magnum revolver resting on his hospital room’s bedside drawer.
Less than 48 hours prior to his slaying, Carter had gotten into a shootout with Hanserd and Hanserd’s top enforcer, Lodrick (Ricky the Hitman) Parker at Carter’s car wash headquarters and was wounded in the stomach. It was one of at least a half-dozen shootouts Carter and Hanserd squared off in — Carter was facing charges for attempted murder in an incident from the previous summer at the time of his passing. Authorities suspected Carter of playing a role in multiple gangland executions, yet never brought any indictments.
Parker went on trial for Carter’s murder, but was found not guilty. Hanserd and Carter, both tracing their roots to Detroit’s rugged eastside, had fallen out over a drug debt and Hanserd’s development of a wholesale supply source out in California for himself and others, which was cutting into Carter’s bottom line.
Maserati Rick and Big Ed ran two of the largest cocaine distributorships in the city at the devastating peak of the crack era. Carter was partners with the equally-debonair Demetrius Holloway, killed in the fall of 1990 at a downtown men’s fashion boutique. A month before Holloway’s murder, Clyde Carter, Maserati Rick’s older brother, was slain.
The beef between Carter and Hanserd became increasingly personal throughout late 1987 and into 1988. Hanserd nicknamed himself “Big Ed,” telling people it was a pet name bestowed on him by Carter’s mother. Most on the street referred to Hanserd as “Black Ed” or “Eddie Money.” While Parker is serving a life prison sentence on another case, Hanserd did the better half of three decades behind bars on a federal narcotics and racketeering conviction and was released in 2016.
Before he rose to infamy as a drug boss, Carter was an amateur boxer and ran a stolen-car ring — the moniker “Maserati Rick” came from him showing up at a local nightclub one night in a brand-new Maserati convertible he had bought in Ohio. His childhood best friend was five-time world-champion boxer Tommy Hearns, Detroit’s favorite son in the fight game in the late 20th Century. During Hearns early career, Carter often acted as Hearns’ bodyguard. Southern rapper and hip-hop mogul Master P name-checked Carter in his 1997 song “I Miss My Homies.”
Despite his deep entrenchment in the Detroit dope game, Carter was never arrested on narcotics charges. His lone prison stint was for stealing cars.
If he wouldn’t have been bumped off, a major federal drug case would have most likely ensnared him, according to retired DEA personnel.
“We were well aware of Rick Carter’s position in the drug world, his reputation wasn’t lost on us and was getting attention,” former Special Agent in Charge of the Detroit DEA office Bill Coonce said.
Holloway was also receiving heavy scrutiny from law enforcement in the time surrounding his slaying, having been called to testify in front of a federal grand jury in the weeks preceding his homicide and invoking his Fifth Amendment rights in more than half of his answers.
“Carter and Holloway were a couple big fish, their heads would have been on our walls, if the streets hadn’t have beat us to it,” Coonce’s predecessor as Special Agent in Charge of the Detroit DEA office, Bob DeFauw, said of the pair.
Tommy Hearns, “Maserati Rick” Carter & then Mayor of Detroit Coleman Young circa 1980
Big Ed pictured below on the left was actually only 5 feet 5 inches tall
As infamous as he was flamboyant, Detroit Crack-Era kingpin Edward (Big Ed) Hanserd is out of prison. Earlier this month, the 56-year old Hanserd, sometimes also referred to on the street as “Black Ed” or “Eddie Money,” was placed in a halfway house in California, following more than 25 years behind bars. He pled guilty to federal narcotics trafficking and firearm offenses in 1991 after being indicted and jailed two years before on state weapons charges. According to the Federal Bureau of Prison’s website, he’s scheduled to be discharged from his Sacramento, California halfway house in early November.
Hanserd was the prime suspect in ordering one of the Motor City’s most notorious gangland homicides ever carried out – the 1988 hospital-room slaying of his equally flashy drug-dealing rival Richard (Maserati Rick) Carter –, however has never faced any form of murder charges. Federal prosecutors estimated Hanserd’s east side Detroit drug-empire was netting tens of million dollars a year at the time of his final July 1989 arrest while walking out of suburban Southfield’s Northland Mall and getting into his candy-apple-colored BMW sedan.
His fleet of automobiles featured a number of glitzy rides, like his custom-made Porsche and Ferrari, which he had built as replicas of cars driven by actors Don Johnson and Phillip Michael Thomas on the smash television show Miami Vice. Informants told DEA agents in Detroit, California and Florida, Hanserd routinely blew six-figures on lavish nightclub and gambling outings and would often be carrying as much as $50,000 or more in cash on him at any one time.
“We’d hear crazy stories about his spending habits and our surveillance photos always showed these high-fashion ensembles he’d be wearing, with like 10 pounds of jewelry around his neck and wrist,” recalled one retired DEA agent. “You knew he was for real though, he wasn’t to be taken lightly just because he fell into that kind of cliché drug boss role with how he carried himself. The guy was loud and brash. But he could back his talk up. The men he learned from were some of the most respected and revered street legends his side of town had ever seen. They trained him well. They taught him on to make money and I guess they also taught him how to spend it too.”
Beginning his organization straight out of Detroit’s Osborn High School in the early 1980s, fast-talking, ambitious and stylish, Big Ed Hanserd headquartered his operations out of a series of hair salons that he stationed across the city’s east side. Through his youth, he did errands for local gangsters Francis (Big Frank Nitti) Usher and Waymon (World Benji) Kinkaid, providing a blueprint for his future ascent in the drug game.
Originally, the swagger-filled Hanserd was being supplied marijuana by Maserati Rick Carter and eventually cocaine from Carter and the suave and business-minded Demetrius Holloway, Carter’s childhood friend and boss. Holloway was the state of Michigan’s quintessential 1980s era drug lord, emerging from prison in 1985 and within months rising to the apex of the Detroit underworld. Both him and Maserati Rick were born-and-raised eastsiders and were close to pro boxing champion Thomas (Tommy the Hitman) Hearns. Holloway and Carter, a former aspiring pugilist himself, were part of Hearns’ entourage at more than one of his title-winning fights in his heyday.
Carter and Hanserd began a bitter feud in the summer of 1987 regarding the fact that Hanserd had begun bringing in his own product from California through his new west coast coke connection, iconic L.A. kingpin Richard (Freeway Ricky) Ross. A loud argument in one of Hanserd’s salons erupted into a gun fight, one of several that occurred between the two over the ensuing 14 months. Hanserd would be wounded in an attack in the winter of 1988, refusing to name Carter as the shooter to responding police.
On September 10, 1988, Hanserd is alleged to have shot Maserati Rick Carter and severely injured him outside Carter’s car-wash headquarters. Hospitalized in the intensive care unit at Detroit’s Mt. Carmel Hospital, Carter was shot to death in his private room by an assailant wearing a white doctor’s jacket and surgical scrubs two days later on September 12.
Hanserd’s No. 1 enforcer, Lodrick (Ricky the Hitman) Parker was acquitted at trial of being the shooter in the high-profile hospital slaying. Carter, 29, was laid to rest in a $25,000 gold-rimmed Mercedes-Benz coffin. Parker is serving life in prison for a firebombing and shooting linked to his extortion of an area candle shop in the early 1990s.
Holloway was killed in similar brazen fashion: shot in the back of the head as he paid for a pair of Ralph Lauren Polo-brand socks on October 8, 1990 inside the trendy Broadway men’s clothing store in Downtown Detroit. Although he had been in prison for more than a year, DPD detectives and the FBI questioned Hanserd related to him either ordering or helping coordinate Holloway’s murder. “World Benji” Kincaid – incarcerated on murder charges since the 1970s – has long been suspected for playing a possible role in putting out the hit on Holloway as well as the lethal Best Friends Gang led by the Brown brothers (Terrance aka “Boogaloo” & Reggie aka “Rocking Reg”), Holloway’s own enforcement branch that had gone rogue and declared war against their boss.
At his sentencing hearing in 1991, Hanserd made a scene when he was denied the right to reconsider his guilty plea and began hollering at U.S. District Court Judge Barbara Hackett, “Railroad court, railroad court, I’m God Damn not guilty!”
“Ed was about getting his and telling you about it,” one former associate remembers. “Everybody respected his hustle.”
