Tailgators?
Some years ago I had a fuggtard up my **** on the highway. I pulled into right lane and let him pass. He pulls over in front of me and starts to slow. I then pull into middle lane to pass him. Both he and his girlfriend or wife are laughing and smirking as I look at them with my "what the fugg are you doing stupid things for" look. They pass me on the right, pull in front of me and slow down. So i had enough. I roll the poochie, pull up right beside him with my throttle hand about a foot away from the car and yell through the window at him "You fuggin with me?" They are both looking straight ahead now and the smirks have disappeared from their sorry faces. I then rapped his rear-view mirror so hard against his window that it broke the mirror. He backed down his speed real fast and so did I. Now he's over in the right lane and his skinny little old lady is screaming at him in fear. I rolled back along with him and yelled through his window "Next time I'm takin out your window!" He wasnt smiling no more. I backed down behind him quite a ways until the next exit where I got off the highway fearing he would get my plate if he hadnt already. I got right back on the highway going the opposite way and then got off on the next exit. Nothing ever came of it. But I guaranty neither of those two arseholes are fuggin with bikes anymore. Hopefully they teach their arsehole kids their lesson.
I was told later by the trooper that they performed a serious attitude adjustment on the trucker. The trooper said the driver was laughing as he tailgated them, but as the trooper put it; "we wiped the smaile right off his face." He, the trooper said they wrote enough citations on the guy that he'd need to find a new profession. Bad enough messing with a escort for a KIA solder, but do it to a state trooper....bad idea.
Take the evening about a year ago... on the way home from work. I'm coming up to a red light where a couple cars are already stopped. I leave some room between me and the car in front of me. I'm sitting there watching the rear view mirror and I see a small car coming up FAST.... so I'm watching him in the mirror. As he gets closer I can see he's got a GIGANTIC sandwich he's munching on while not looking in front of him.
Just as I'm about to bail out to the side he looks at me and slams on the brakes.... coming to a a screeching stop about 8-10 feet behind me. All good.... but then he starts drifting up and up and up closer to me. Finally he nudges the wheels right and by the time he stops his front fender is even with my passenger footboards and about a foot from me.
EVery car had it's windows open and when I turned and screamed at the guy "I'm about to get off this bike and cram that F'kin sandwich up your ***." I heard everything from roaring laughter to loud gasps.
He never got within a half a mile of me after that light. A couple towns away he came up behind me at a red light and stayed about a block back.... even with the guy behind him blowing the horn.
I went down an alley just after that light to get to my favorite beer store.... well when I pulled in to the lot, Mr. Sandwich was just getting out of his car to go into the beer store. He saw me, jumped back into the car and took off like a nutbag. I laughed my *** off.
My cousin and I were riding in Fresno in the early 90's one day when at a stop light a guy pulls up behind us real close. I am about a foot ahead of my cousin. The douchbag continues to inch forward toward us as he is smiling. He then bumps the back of my cousins tire. My cousin turned around and said WTF dude? The guy continues to laugh. I say to my cousin you going to take that ****? He just looks at me then the guy does it again. I throw down my kickstand, pull off my FF helmet and smash his drivers window in, punch the dick in the face a couple times. He quit laughing, jumped back on my bike and we took off. I definately had a short fuse in those days.
My youngest brother recently started riding. I tried to cover as much as possible in regards to do's & dont's but missed one. He had a guy riding his @ss in a 55mph on a rural road. My brother runs it up to about 70 mph trying to get some distance between them but of course the dick in the cage stays right on his tail. I advised him to slowly slow down until the guy finally goes around him next time it happens or pull off into a driveway or turn off safely and let the peckerhead go.
I did on Monday however have a guy on a crotch rocket riding my @ss so closely that I could not see much of his headlight and I am in a four door 1/2 ton Silverado. Then he proceeded o ride the back of a dump trailer semi, idiot will learn the hard way I'm sure.
Just have to watch for the idiots in either case.
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