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Sava
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GO GO GO!
Mar 2001
time: 23:27
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Here's a synopsis of an altercation I had with a guy.
This bunghole was trying to keep me from getting into the right lane in order to turn right at an upcoming intersection. I don't know why. I try to speed up, he speeds up. I try to slow down, he slows down. Finally, I hit the gas and pass him, getting up to about 80 or so in a 40 mph zone. He starts tailing me so I slam on my brakes... really bad too  ... he starts honking, and I hang my middle finger out the window. I prevent him from trying to get in front of me and he follows me as I turn onto a one lane road. He tries to get on my ass, but each time, I slam on my brakes. At one point he almost flew off the road trying to avoid me. After about 2 miles of this, I proceed to turn right onto a two-lane road. He tries to come along side me on my left side. I threw a wrench at his car as I turned, leaving a nice dent. He pulls a really reckless turn trying to catch me. About 100 feet from the intersection, he rams his car into my passenger side front fender. I grab a tire iron I had handy and jumped out of the car ready to rumble. He backs up quickly and drives off. But before he gets too far, I throw the tire iron. It pierces his driver's side door and he speeds off.
At this point, I grab my cell phone and call 911. I followed the guy until the cops pulled him over. We both went to the police station to straighten the situation out. In the end, he got ticketed for reckless driving and leaving the scene of the accident. I get a ticket for disorderly conduct, for which I pleaded out for a 50 dollar fine. In the end, this guy had to pay for my damage, as well as getting his license suspended and his own damage, plus the damage I caused 
What was funny was that this guy was a 30 something, yuppy-type driving a Pontiac Grand Prix. Also... his wife was in the car. The whole situation was asinine. I don't know what this guy was thinking, or why he decided to **** with me.
The judge told me I should not react to situations like that the way I did, citing that this whackjob could have had a gun. I simply responded, "Well I could have, too."
This happened at the end of August last year.
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Dr Strangelove
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Driving down a highway in my new car three years ago I notice something like rocks bouncing onto the highway from a pickup 50 yards ahead. Since the road was packed I had nowhere to go. One of the rocks slammed into my windshield cracking it.
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It doesn't matter what your name is!
Feb 2000
time: 00:27
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on TV, though, the guy would keep driving with it, a high speed chace would ensue, he would drive on his rims for 50 miles, somehow reach the Los Angeles City Limits (No matter where he started from), run into traffic, pull over, exit the vehicle, run into the hills, get chased by police officers, and then get arrested for the drugs in his trunk.
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MRT144
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Seattle Washington
Oct 2002
time: 21:27
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quote:
Originally posted by Sava
Here's a synopsis of an altercation I had with a guy.
This bunghole was trying to keep me from getting into the right lane in order to turn right at an upcoming intersection. I don't know why. I try to speed up, he speeds up. I try to slow down, he slows down. Finally, I hit the gas and pass him, getting up to about 80 or so in a 40 mph zone. He starts tailing me so I slam on my brakes... really bad too ... he starts honking, and I hang my middle finger out the window. I prevent him from trying to get in front of me and he follows me as I turn onto a one lane road. He tries to get on my ass, but each time, I slam on my brakes. At one point he almost flew off the road trying to avoid me. After about 2 miles of this, I proceed to turn right onto a two-lane road. He tries to come along side me on my left side. I threw a wrench at his car as I turned, leaving a nice dent. He pulls a really reckless turn trying to catch me. About 100 feet from the intersection, he rams his car into my passenger side front fender. I grab a tire iron I had handy and jumped out of the car ready to rumble. He backs up quickly and drives off. But before he gets too far, I throw the tire iron. It pierces his driver's side door and he speeds off.
At this point, I grab my cell phone and call 911. I followed the guy until the cops pulled him over. We both went to the police station to straighten the situation out. In the end, he got ticketed for reckless driving and leaving the scene of the accident. I get a ticket for disorderly conduct, for which I pleaded out for a 50 dollar fine. In the end, this guy had to pay for my damage, as well as getting his license suspended and his own damage, plus the damage I caused
What was funny was that this guy was a 30 something, yuppy-type driving a Pontiac Grand Prix. Also... his wife was in the car. The whole situation was asinine. I don't know what this guy was thinking, or why he decided to **** with me.
The judge told me I should not react to situations like that the way I did, citing that this whackjob could have had a gun. I simply responded, "Well I could have, too."
This happened at the end of August last year. |
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06-05-2003 07:22
I once threw a Coke cup out the window while on the freeway. It hit some guy's windshield, and he tried to make a big deal out of it, so I swerved off the freeway on the next exit. Son of a *****! I lost 10 minutes on that detour. 
) and this black object rolled down the road. Turned out his rear right wheel had simply detached itself and carried on without him. 
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