Nothing, but it really pisses them off. Plus, if they're total a-holes (it sounds like they are) they'll probably do something stupid, like try to outrun the cops.
Originally posted by: M0oG0oGaiPan
I would follow them to their house. Write down the address. Apply for license to own a gun. Wait the 2 weeks to pick up my gun. Take my gun and drive to adress I convienantly have written down. *CAP* *CAP* Vrrrooooom!
[Edit] Added in the smiley face so everyone knows I'm just kidding
After driving SLOWLY down a busy street, the 911 dispatcher tells us that we need to stop so a cop can assist us. We pull up beside a gas station, and of course this other guy does too. Once again he steps out of the car and comes up to us. This time, he is not trying to act tough, he keeps asking me to race. I tell him that my wife is calling a flagger, who will hold the money and make sure the race is fair (tee-hee). After waiting a good 10 minutes (nice to know the cops waste no time responding well to "life-threatening" situations), a cop finally drives by. The guy finally figures out that we were on the phone with cops the whole time, and dashes into his car. He peels out of there, and the cop sees him do so and takes off after him, leaving my girlfriend and me alone. So we just drove off and went back home...I was still laughing about the ordeal, but my girlfriend was really upset. She eventually got over it, and from there, we concluded that this was a pretty interesting series of events, to say the least.
Originally posted by: EricMartello
Ok, lots of interesting replies here. Now I will finish the story up with my reaction, so here goes...
[con't from FIRST post]
By this time, I was already upset, and seeing these two jackasses laugh at me just set me off. I now had to do SOMETHING, as I could just let someone nearly crash into me on purpose and let it go with a wink and a smile. As the driver was laughing at me, I grabbed some loose change I had laying around in my car. I told my girlfriend, who was in the passenger seat, to duck down. She did, and I flung a dime at him. The wind blew the dime off course, but I then pulled up so both cars were side-by-side; we were still at a red light. I took a quarter and hurled it as hard as I could. ** SMACK ** Hit him right on the side of the head as he was laughing. He immediately got all disoriented, like he didn't know what hit him. By now the light was green and we were driving away, I saw him throw the quarter out the window, which I thought was funny, because he could have kept it so he could call someone who cares later on.
Now this guy was out to prove that he was a tough guy, and after getting humiliated like that in front of his buddy, he had to try and top it. By now, I am laughing as I KNOW he cannot top getting quartered. He manages to get ahead of me after I get stuck behind some people turning left. At the next light, I stop right behind him...this time I am laughing. The guy and his buddy both get out of their car and start walking toward me. My girlfriend was a little scared, but I found it to be hilarious. The driver, who I quartered, did his best effort tough-guy routine. My window was rolled down half way, and he made a week attempt to smack or punch me. Of course, he missed. After realizing that he was pissing off about 40 other drivers who he was blocking (this is during rush hour, remember), he decided to retreat.
I drove by him and called him a pussy. I told him that he spent too much on his car (Subaru STI WRX) and that I could be him (Jetta 1.8T) in a race. I knew I couldn't, but I also knew that he would not turn me down. So we both turn and he floors his car. He gets ahead of me, just enough so I can have my girlfriend get his license plate. She writes it down and dials 911. At the next light, I tell him that he didn't beat me because he had "Four extra cylinders." and he was "Spraying." I've heard that so many times after smoking a ricer while driving my OTHER car (a Camaro SS), that it felt good to finally throw it back at them.
Now he was suddenly intent on racing me, so I told him to follow me and we'll race for money. I told my girlfriend to act scared and tell the cops that the guy won't stop following us, and that he flashed a gun.
Originally posted by: Aharami
Originally posted by: EricMartello
Ok, lots of interesting replies here. Now I will finish the story up with my reaction, so here goes...
[con't from FIRST post]
By this time, I was already upset, and seeing these two jackasses laugh at me just set me off. I now had to do SOMETHING, as I could just let someone nearly crash into me on purpose and let it go with a wink and a smile. As the driver was laughing at me, I grabbed some loose change I had laying around in my car. I told my girlfriend, who was in the passenger seat, to duck down. She did, and I flung a dime at him. The wind blew the dime off course, but I then pulled up so both cars were side-by-side; we were still at a red light. I took a quarter and hurled it as hard as I could. ** SMACK ** Hit him right on the side of the head as he was laughing. He immediately got all disoriented, like he didn't know what hit him. By now the light was green and we were driving away, I saw him throw the quarter out the window, which I thought was funny, because he could have kept it so he could call someone who cares later on.
Now this guy was out to prove that he was a tough guy, and after getting humiliated like that in front of his buddy, he had to try and top it. By now, I am laughing as I KNOW he cannot top getting quartered. He manages to get ahead of me after I get stuck behind some people turning left. At the next light, I stop right behind him...this time I am laughing. The guy and his buddy both get out of their car and start walking toward me. My girlfriend was a little scared, but I found it to be hilarious. The driver, who I quartered, did his best effort tough-guy routine. My window was rolled down half way, and he made a week attempt to smack or punch me. Of course, he missed. After realizing that he was pissing off about 40 other drivers who he was blocking (this is during rush hour, remember), he decided to retreat.
I drove by him and called him a pussy. I told him that he spent too much on his car (Subaru STI WRX) and that I could be him (Jetta 1.8T) in a race. I knew I couldn't, but I also knew that he would not turn me down. So we both turn and he floors his car. He gets ahead of me, just enough so I can have my girlfriend get his license plate. She writes it down and dials 911. At the next light, I tell him that he didn't beat me because he had "Four extra cylinders." and he was "Spraying." I've heard that so many times after smoking a ricer while driving my OTHER car (a Camaro SS), that it felt good to finally throw it back at them.
Now he was suddenly intent on racing me, so I told him to follow me and we'll race for money. I told my girlfriend to act scared and tell the cops that the guy won't stop following us, and that he flashed a gun.
ok...what u did is by far the best out of all the replies. good job man!
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