my interesting trip to indiana
#52
i dunno where mitch has been i haev talked to him a little bit...i guess hes been busy with work....
ill give him another day before i feel like typing out his side too lol
ill give him another day before i feel like typing out his side too lol
#53
Okay..I don't have much time to type because I am swamped....but here it goes:
Jerk in Mercury Grand Marquis is in front of my S2000 pulling out of my neighborhood, Jen is behind me in her S2000, it is night time so the lights are on. We get about 75 yards down the road and the jerk slams on his brakes. I realize that I have no time to stop without hitting him, then Jen hitting me, so I go around his right side OFF THE SIDE OF THE ROAD with the brake pedal to the floor. Jen is able to stop about 2 feet from his bumper. I open my door and ask him what the f*#k he thinks he is doing. He runs at my car yelling all this sh*t so I toss it in gear and floor it thinking Jen will simply drive around him because he is postal grade psycho. I look in mirror and see she is still there, so I turn around (maybe 10 seconds have elapsed from him charging at me to me turning around). I pull up next to his car on the drivers side (since I am in the opposite lane now) and he is leaning in her car and there he is all yelling about some stuff. I open my door again and yell at him to get his attention. He turns and is no longer in her car, she is on the phone, he is yelling at me and coming my way. He is yelling that we were high beaming him. I tell him he is a freaking idiot and that they are H.I.D. headlights, and they are just naturally bright, hence the freaking name "High Intensity Discharge". Idiot is stunned by this. His wife finally yells for him to get in the car. About 20 cars are now lined up in traffic watching this crap. He takes off, I toss the car in reverse, then in 1st, then drop the clutch and go after the bastard. Get his plate number and call 911. This fat 50 year old chump somehow has handicap plates (HOW?!!?!?) and the dispatch people ask me how I know where he is. "I am following him," I say. Just then he stops and gets out of his car and comes back and charges at me...I back up. He turns around, gets in the car and tears off. Dispatch says not to follow him (nice job boys....because you LOST HIM that night and could not arrest his stupid azz!). Go back and find Jen. Call cops. Report issued. He lives 2 streets behind me. I hope he gets his azz kicked. End of story. Okay...I need to work now. I am so busy now I have no life. Laters.
Jerk in Mercury Grand Marquis is in front of my S2000 pulling out of my neighborhood, Jen is behind me in her S2000, it is night time so the lights are on. We get about 75 yards down the road and the jerk slams on his brakes. I realize that I have no time to stop without hitting him, then Jen hitting me, so I go around his right side OFF THE SIDE OF THE ROAD with the brake pedal to the floor. Jen is able to stop about 2 feet from his bumper. I open my door and ask him what the f*#k he thinks he is doing. He runs at my car yelling all this sh*t so I toss it in gear and floor it thinking Jen will simply drive around him because he is postal grade psycho. I look in mirror and see she is still there, so I turn around (maybe 10 seconds have elapsed from him charging at me to me turning around). I pull up next to his car on the drivers side (since I am in the opposite lane now) and he is leaning in her car and there he is all yelling about some stuff. I open my door again and yell at him to get his attention. He turns and is no longer in her car, she is on the phone, he is yelling at me and coming my way. He is yelling that we were high beaming him. I tell him he is a freaking idiot and that they are H.I.D. headlights, and they are just naturally bright, hence the freaking name "High Intensity Discharge". Idiot is stunned by this. His wife finally yells for him to get in the car. About 20 cars are now lined up in traffic watching this crap. He takes off, I toss the car in reverse, then in 1st, then drop the clutch and go after the bastard. Get his plate number and call 911. This fat 50 year old chump somehow has handicap plates (HOW?!!?!?) and the dispatch people ask me how I know where he is. "I am following him," I say. Just then he stops and gets out of his car and comes back and charges at me...I back up. He turns around, gets in the car and tears off. Dispatch says not to follow him (nice job boys....because you LOST HIM that night and could not arrest his stupid azz!). Go back and find Jen. Call cops. Report issued. He lives 2 streets behind me. I hope he gets his azz kicked. End of story. Okay...I need to work now. I am so busy now I have no life. Laters.
#55
Hey, maybe he's just one of those people that freak out in bright light. That's probably why he was ing at night with handicap plates. He can't take the ...........
WTF am I saying... I need to get some . Sorry. See you guys (and gal) in the morning.
WTF am I saying... I need to get some . Sorry. See you guys (and gal) in the morning.
#57
From "yelo's" mom you can all be sure that we are going to nail this guy and he is gonna go down !!! How on earth can a man of any age beat on a woman is beyond me.....there "WILL" be action taken against this man the lawyer has already been contacted and he is going to be sorry he "EVER" touched my daughter !!! He is going DOWN DOWN DOWN !!!!!