Awl man, this brings tears to my eyes. Beautiful, simply beautiful!!!
You'd love it up here around DC, it's rare you don't get tailgated. Some
people believe DC stands for "District of Columbia". It really stands for
"Dickhead Club".
Rich - Ashburn, VA
PS. I'm just visiting here; not a member. Thank-you!!!
-----Original Message-----
From: Preacher [mailto:preacher@carolina.rr.com]
Sent: Friday, September 15, 2000 6:15 PM
To: dakota-truck@buffnet.net
Subject: DML: ROAD RAGE
So I'm driving home today, traffic is bumper to bumper, stop & go for 20
miles along the freeway. Off ramps and on ramps are backed up as far as the
eye can see. I have been driving for over an hour trying to get to my home
which lies 14 miles from work.
There is a fat, balding, coke-bottle-bottom-glasses wearing, gold chains
flashing, cell-phone talking New Yorker in a Piece of sh** Honda accord
who is tailgating me. He is riding my ass at a distance of MAYBE 6 inches
for 3 miles.
I waved, I flashed my brake lights, I did a full-on brake-check and even
put my back-up lights on and nothing works.
I wait until traffic stops again, throw the truck in park, jumped out of
the truck, into the bed, and step over the tailgate onto the hood of his
car. I walk to two steps until I can crouch in front of his windshield and
tell him to back the **** off, that there is no reason to be driving like
an a**hole, then asked if he had any questions. He just stared at me, his
jaw resting on his ample belly.
He stayed about 6 car-lengths behind me until I got off the freeway about 6
miles later.
Pissant.
I did do a smart thing and leave my pistol in the truck.
Preacher
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