05-09-2008, 01:36 AM
back when I young and spry, an @$$hat in a caddy, speeding like a bat out of heck climbed up my rear bumper going up a hill on a narrow two lane canyon road w/ no place to pull over, and my trusty old buick not running real well at the time so I couldn't speed up... when the road widened, he kept honking and gesturing, and honking and gesturing, glaring, swearing, and generally acting w/ one could describe as rage. he pulled ahead of me and sped away..., as best he could for the couple of blocks left until the traffic backed up at the top of the mountain intersection stop light, and I pulled up behind him. I calmly grabbed a piece of sporting equipment (strictly for personal protection), exited my car, approached his, and upon getting his attention, Mr. Ragefull in the caddy at first resumed his glaring and swearing; until seeing the baseball bat... he then rolled up his window, allowing me to kick his rear view mirror hard enough to knock it off its mounting, hanging by the cable. as I started to walk back to my car, the guy rolled his down window, and gave me a "WTF did you that for?..." in an almost apologetic tone, so I spun around, and gave a substantial enough roundhouse kick to his rear quarter panel to leave a soccer ball sized dent where my size 13 adidas had struck, and told him that maybe he oughta think next time, before going ballistic on someone's bumper when there is no place to pull over.
legal, schmegal; sometimes tailgaters just need a good tail kicking to set 'em straight.
not quite as psychically satisfying as cbelt3's adventure, but I've had an extra ten years to enjoy the memory (late 1970's)
legal, schmegal; sometimes tailgaters just need a good tail kicking to set 'em straight.
not quite as psychically satisfying as cbelt3's adventure, but I've had an extra ten years to enjoy the memory (late 1970's)