From: jjd1@cbnewsg.cb.att.com (james.j.dutton)
Subject:  And the dead shall drive the earth!
Organization: AT&T
Distribution: na
Date: Mon, 5 Oct 1992 16:43:13 GMT

In article <24057@sybase.sybase.com> thorick@sybase.com (Thorick Chow) writes:
>zero in on Corbin as he was entering on an on ramp...
>Why did he do this ?  It turned out that the driver had skipped on
>his medication (he was certifiably paranoid)..  he told the police
>that  "Motorcycle riders often carry guns, I HAD to get him to 
>protect myself"...
>
 
 Try this on for size.
 
 This friday I go out at seven at night. Ogden ave. Four lanes (2 this
2 that). Bookoo stop lights, fast food galore. Heavy traffic.
 Car ahead in fast lane is slowly loosing the pack. Eventual opening
in right lane allows me around said car. Nothing close. Perfectly legal.
 
 I'm sitting a couple car lengths off the car in front of me when a 
check of rearview shows the person I passed is now approx 1 inch off my rear
tire. This goes on for a couple miles.
 
 At this point deciding I don't want to die under this jerks car and there
being an opening in the right lane I get in the right lane.
 
I'm pissed. As the guy pulls even I give him the bird. 
 
 This guy jerks his wheel and shoots right at me. I hit the hooks.
He is now where I was a split second ago. I quickly accelerate around him
to his left and am now in the left lane with another car in the right
lane. Spoogeboy is behind me once again. Mr. spooge now goes into oncoming    
traffic, pulls even and now proceeds to try to squash me into the car on
my right.
 
NOW I"M PISSED.
 
I spurt up ahead of the car on my right and get in the right lane.
I gesture for the asshole to pull on the side street. He does. We stop.
He gets out. He is fuckin humongous besides being a stupid dick.
 
I evaluate the circumstances. I'm not a coward. BUT I'm also not stupid.
I open my visor and say, real friendly mind you, "You stupid fuck, you
almost killed me, try learning to drive" or something along those friendly
lines.
 
He says get off that bike asshole.
 
I say I'd love to but it's to dangerous with you out driving.
He's real close to the bike. I pull up five feet and say "get fu....
 
He says "get off that bike faggot".
Well.
 I say "go fornicate with your mother." sorta.
 
He's real close. I pull up a little.
 
 He says blah blah
 I say blah blah.
 
 My only recourse is to get this guy as pissed as I can since he has tried to 
kill me.
 This goes on for a while and I'm starting to enjoy it.
 
 He gets tired of walking down the road, goes back to his car hangs a u-turn
and takes a right at ogden. He sees me taking a u-turn to go back to ogden
He takes a uturn across four lanes of traffic on ogden so he's coming
back to the street. As I get to ogden there is two lanes of about thirty
cars coming left to right. I pull out before they get there and give the
guy one final salute as he is now going the opposite way and I have
thirty cars behind me before he can turn around.
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 Ipisissimus of the Inner Order of Sesquipedalian Fruitcakes - IIOSF XOX Dawn
 
 
Now messin with the guy is stupid so save your breath. I cannot sit idly by
when shit like that happens. I take it personnal when someone tries to
kill me. YMMV
 Sesquipedalian's 'R' Us. ZX-10. DoD#564. There ain't no more.
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