85_SS_302_Coupe
05-20-2009, 01:41 PM
99 out of 100 times, i'm the guy who walks away. I've ALWAYS been this way because growing up the last thing i wanted to do was disappoint my mother by getting in trouble. This makes for a very frustrated person. Now that i'm older, i tend to take less shit from people than i did when i was a kid, but i still would rather be the better man than get arrested for breaking someone's face.
Well last night i left a buddy's house after working on my car. It's finally somewhat drivable so i took it around the block and headed home. As i turn onto my road, this Cavalier pulls in behind me with his brights on and is so close to my bumper that i can't even see his headlights in my mirror. Ok...i tolerate this for probably a half mile or so until i get to the first stop light on my road. Then i nail it and figure my car is faster and i can take corners better and i'll get up ahead of this dipshit and by the time i get home he won't be caught up. This works until probably 100yds before my house when he comes FLYING up on my ass and has to lock up his brakes just to keep from rear ending me. I turn on my turn signal trying to show him i'm turning off and he comes flying up around me and it just set me off. I followed this idiot back to his apartment complex and if he didn't turn out to look like he was 16 he was gonna get 2 weeks of frustrated car gremelins taken out on his ASS.
When i see this little shit again, and i will see him again because i know where he lives and it's just up the street...he'll be lucky if i don't make him piss his pants. I don't know why people have to be so retarded behind the wheel. It's like they think they're in their own little world and they act completely different than they would act face to face with someone.
Well last night i left a buddy's house after working on my car. It's finally somewhat drivable so i took it around the block and headed home. As i turn onto my road, this Cavalier pulls in behind me with his brights on and is so close to my bumper that i can't even see his headlights in my mirror. Ok...i tolerate this for probably a half mile or so until i get to the first stop light on my road. Then i nail it and figure my car is faster and i can take corners better and i'll get up ahead of this dipshit and by the time i get home he won't be caught up. This works until probably 100yds before my house when he comes FLYING up on my ass and has to lock up his brakes just to keep from rear ending me. I turn on my turn signal trying to show him i'm turning off and he comes flying up around me and it just set me off. I followed this idiot back to his apartment complex and if he didn't turn out to look like he was 16 he was gonna get 2 weeks of frustrated car gremelins taken out on his ASS.
When i see this little shit again, and i will see him again because i know where he lives and it's just up the street...he'll be lucky if i don't make him piss his pants. I don't know why people have to be so retarded behind the wheel. It's like they think they're in their own little world and they act completely different than they would act face to face with someone.