strangest reaction to date on seeing a stook
I was driving down a county road a few weeks ago with my brother.... It was on the verge of getting dark outside, not enough to have to turn on headlights, but I turned mine on anyway. The driver of the car in front of me Flipped me a Middle Finger.....TWICE!!! The only thing I could figure, is that he thought I had my bright lights on, so I flicked my brights just to show him that they were not......and he Flipped me off again. Oh Well, maybe it was jealousy of that Ford Granada he was driving......
A long old time ago in high school, when I was driving a classic on wheels (the 1992 Pontiac Sunbird), some kids in an Escort cut off me BADLY in a parking lot -- screeching tires and all. It was a damned miracle I didn't hit them. When I came to a stop, I honked my horn in protest (which I thought was fair) and was amazed when of the kids glanced over casually and flipped me off.
I had a temper then.
It was a misty/foggy sort of day, and I followed the kids for about six miles, into a neighborhood, out of the neighborhood, and into another. The kids clearly realized I was following them, because the guys in the back kept looking back every few seconds to see what I was doing. They started to get a little more frantic after I continued to follow them out of the first neighborhood.
After a while, the driver himself started to get a little agitated, and I saw the car starting to move side-to-side over the roadway as he moved around to get a good look at me. I continued following. Eventually, the driver decided he was going to floor it on some relatively straight residential street. Now, the Sunbird was no speed demon, but it was better than the Escort. We accelerated to 50ish, and came up to the curve at the end of the street, at which point we slowed to 20 or so again. He wasn't a good driver, he wasn't driving a good car, and it was wet out. I took the outside of the turn slightly, got up near his left rear quarterpanel, and stared at him. Less than two seconds later, after glancing at me at least four times, he had forgotten all about the turn he was trying to make, slid off the road into a shallow ditch, and hit a brick mailbox going 5-10 mph. I swung a U-turn at the next intersection, and drove back past them -- they had all gotten out of the car to survey the damage, and one kid threw what looked like a book at my car as I passed.
I turned off my lights to make my license plate nearly impossible to see, and drove away.
Of course if the same thing happened nowadays I'd just shake my head and lament the foolishness of children. Even so, I savor the knowledge that those kids probably won't be ballsy enough to flip off anyone else.
The moral: always be respectful of other drivers; they're in charge of two-ton lethal weapons. And yes, some of them even have guns, too.
- Warren
I had a temper then.
It was a misty/foggy sort of day, and I followed the kids for about six miles, into a neighborhood, out of the neighborhood, and into another. The kids clearly realized I was following them, because the guys in the back kept looking back every few seconds to see what I was doing. They started to get a little more frantic after I continued to follow them out of the first neighborhood.
After a while, the driver himself started to get a little agitated, and I saw the car starting to move side-to-side over the roadway as he moved around to get a good look at me. I continued following. Eventually, the driver decided he was going to floor it on some relatively straight residential street. Now, the Sunbird was no speed demon, but it was better than the Escort. We accelerated to 50ish, and came up to the curve at the end of the street, at which point we slowed to 20 or so again. He wasn't a good driver, he wasn't driving a good car, and it was wet out. I took the outside of the turn slightly, got up near his left rear quarterpanel, and stared at him. Less than two seconds later, after glancing at me at least four times, he had forgotten all about the turn he was trying to make, slid off the road into a shallow ditch, and hit a brick mailbox going 5-10 mph. I swung a U-turn at the next intersection, and drove back past them -- they had all gotten out of the car to survey the damage, and one kid threw what looked like a book at my car as I passed.
I turned off my lights to make my license plate nearly impossible to see, and drove away.
Of course if the same thing happened nowadays I'd just shake my head and lament the foolishness of children. Even so, I savor the knowledge that those kids probably won't be ballsy enough to flip off anyone else.
The moral: always be respectful of other drivers; they're in charge of two-ton lethal weapons. And yes, some of them even have guns, too.
- Warren
Hey, maybe the kids were just saying "You're Number One!" 
If you have to react, IMHO the best thing to do is play the fool. Do the opposite of what they expect. Smile and wave back. Act like they paid you the biggest compliment. It ruins the effect for them. One thing I've done when encountering aggression face-to-face on my motorcycle is to disarm them. I say things like "Can you believe how stupid I am? I'm such an idiot! I shouldn't be allowed on the road!" Usually they just look at me with their jaw open, speechless. I laugh my ass off later.

If you have to react, IMHO the best thing to do is play the fool. Do the opposite of what they expect. Smile and wave back. Act like they paid you the biggest compliment. It ruins the effect for them. One thing I've done when encountering aggression face-to-face on my motorcycle is to disarm them. I say things like "Can you believe how stupid I am? I'm such an idiot! I shouldn't be allowed on the road!" Usually they just look at me with their jaw open, speechless. I laugh my ass off later.
Hey Shingles,
I am sure that a six year old kid was not jealous of your friggin' car. Yeah, it was disrespectful, but stop being such a ***** about it. "I am sad because kids like that represent the future of this country." No, actually, these kids are the future of the 2nd grade where they will learn probably a little more before they go on to rule this country, and then the world.
If this is the most exciting thing that's going on in your life right now, then I guess it is worthy of a post on this forum. I do not doubt that it is.
I am sure that a six year old kid was not jealous of your friggin' car. Yeah, it was disrespectful, but stop being such a ***** about it. "I am sad because kids like that represent the future of this country." No, actually, these kids are the future of the 2nd grade where they will learn probably a little more before they go on to rule this country, and then the world.
If this is the most exciting thing that's going on in your life right now, then I guess it is worthy of a post on this forum. I do not doubt that it is.
A little harsh there???
Shingles, I think that the child was probably just mimicking what his parents do. It's fairly normal (For the child, not the parent
.) If it is an adult, then it is just basic jealousy. Everybody wants to move up in "America's status chain." Everybody succumbs to this in their lifetime but that does not make it right. For example, every time I go to my doctor's office, I feel this bitter anger when I see his Mercedes CL55 AMG. I have thoughts like, "Why does a 50 years old man need such a car" and "He can't even enjoy it, working 360 days out of the year." But when I go in to see him, I know that he is a really nice guy and he deserves what ever he can get. I still get the feeling when I go back to my car though
. ("No, put the keys away, he just cured you of *******, CAN'T.......SCRATCH........CAR.......AAAAAAAAARGGG H!!!!!!!!!!") j/k
Phi
Shingles, I think that the child was probably just mimicking what his parents do. It's fairly normal (For the child, not the parent
.) If it is an adult, then it is just basic jealousy. Everybody wants to move up in "America's status chain." Everybody succumbs to this in their lifetime but that does not make it right. For example, every time I go to my doctor's office, I feel this bitter anger when I see his Mercedes CL55 AMG. I have thoughts like, "Why does a 50 years old man need such a car" and "He can't even enjoy it, working 360 days out of the year." But when I go in to see him, I know that he is a really nice guy and he deserves what ever he can get. I still get the feeling when I go back to my car though
. ("No, put the keys away, he just cured you of *******, CAN'T.......SCRATCH........CAR.......AAAAAAAAARGGG H!!!!!!!!!!") j/k
Phi
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