obviously the camaro driver is at fault, but the pickup truck speed matching the tractor trailer instead of just passing and letting the guy by was a poor decision as well
I agree, if anything he was just adding gasoline to the fire. I mean if you’re going to fuck with the guy, do it for a few seconds and then let the asshole by…
On a side note I fucking hate when people sit in the left lane driving next to another car…it’s the fucking passing lane!
I agree, if anything he was just adding gasoline to the fire. I mean if you’re going to fuck with the guy, do it for a few seconds and then let the asshole by…
On a side note I fucking hate when people sit in the left lane driving next to another car…it’s the fucking passing lane!
I admit I get a real kick out of watching other people lose their cool. But you have to pick your moments carefully…
In Chicago once, I blocked an asshat from a dangerous pass, and then paced the truck next block him off. I watched him screaming at me for miles. That guy was insane, pounding his steering wheel, pointing at me, and I was enjoying every second of it…
… until the traffic came to a complete stop.
I sat in my car (sweating bullets) waiting for the crazy guy behind me to jump out and attack.
I did this on 290 once in my B5 S4. I was going west in the far left lane where i94 merges with it. This guy merges from i94 and proceeded to cut straight across all 4 lanes and almost hit me. I actually had to swerve out of the way to prevent contact. Either way, after that I got in front of him and slowed him down to about 45mph all the way to Manheim… About 12 miles. He was doing just about everything he could do to get around me. It was quite enjoyable.
Russia would likely just be an old fashioned fist up. 1 in a million chance of a gun (but there’s a chance). More likely a tire iron smashing in your windows or something. Or a hockey stick.
Speaking of hockey stick…
My friend and i were on our way to a summer hockey game. We were leaving downtown and were approached at a light by a squeegie kid. These were 20 year old homeless who plagued Toronto for about a year offering to clean your windshield for money. Clean is a funny word because your windshield often ended up dirtier than when he started.
My friend waved him off and the squeegie kid ignored him and began cleaning (getting dirty water all over the windshield basically) My friend said ‘FUCK OFF you made it worse’ and the guy heard him because our windows were down. The guy then smacked my friend in the face with the squeegie. He tried to . He mostly hit the window frame. My friend got out and the guy went into a fight stance wielding his squeegie like a squeegie ninja. My friend knocked him to his ass with one very solid punch and then filled him on the ground. Did he ever fuck that first kid up with that first punch. I was impressed. Turns out Joe had boxed when he was younger. Then 2 other dirtbag squeegie kids came in. When I saw them coming, I got out and remembered we had our hockey gear, so grabbed a hockey stick out the back seat of the car. I always remember the look on the faces of two women in the car behind me when they saw me get that stick (I’m not small). The jumper-inner hit my friend a couple of times with the squeegie, once in the head…with the end of the T part which is the metal guide where the sponge part slides on. My friend ended up needing 8 stitches at hospital. The other jumper-inner just stood there watching. When he saw me he ran.
I absolutely smoked the 2nd squeegie douche with the hockey stick. I made a solid baseball swing with the stick and when it came down on his back, he let out this awesome scream/cry sound and rolled on to his back writhing in pain. My friend heard/saw this, and stood up. We both got in the car and left them there. They scurried away swearing at us. ‘THAT’S ASSAULT MAN!’.
guess they were going to get their lawyers after us lolol
I admit I get a real kick out of watching other people lose their cool. But you have to pick your moments carefully…
In Chicago once, I blocked an asshat from a dangerous pass, and then paced the truck next block him off. I watched him screaming at me for miles. That guy was insane, pounding his steering wheel, pointing at me, and I was enjoying every second of it…
… until the traffic came to a complete stop.
I sat in my car (sweating bullets) waiting for the crazy guy behind me to jump out and attack.