When justice is served

(Powdered Toast Man) said:

But have you had any situations where justice was served -- a conveniently-positioned cop, a driver
getting into a wreck themselves after getting worked up over you, or you managed to egg a vehicle?
Would like to hear some tales of the little guy getting a fair shake.

Be careful what you wish for. You're going to wish you'd never asked. If you've eaten recently and
have a weak stomach, skip this post entirely.

This was sometime around 1972.

My then-girlfriend (now wife) and I were riding our Schwinn Varsity bikes along, returning to our
apartment complex from a leisurely ride around Lake Murray near La Mesa CA. We were just a block or
two from home when a carload of kids went by and the front-seat passenger hurled a large McDonald's
cup full of ice at us. We both got hit. They contined along, and we could hear them laughing. I told
my girlfriend I'd see her at home and took off after them. Back in the day, I had the legs and
eventually they had a red light. They'd gotten way ahead of me and I am sure they didn't expect me
to give chase.

I was hauling some serious ass as I approached and for some reason one of the kids in the back
looked back and saw me coming and turned to warn the others. The front-seat passenger wasn't
laughing as he frantically tried to close his window.

Too damn late.

Did I mention I have always had sinus problems, to one extent or another, and that exertion and
fresh air empty all the old bloody thick green snot out of them?

I got that little [censored] right in the slack-jawed, formerly-smart-assed mouth.

I kept right on going to the head of the line of cars and turned smoothly into the parking lot of a
little mall. I knew that, behind the buildings, there was a little concrete pathway along a drainage
ditch whose beginning was kind of hard to see in a little patch of trees. I heard that dipshit
driver burning rubber in the mall's parking lot as I cruised around the next building -- my
apartment complex's garage. The door was open and I just jumped off and pushed the bike in as I
closed the door.

Those little asshats must have thought I'd disappeared into thin air.

"Powdered Toast Man" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Seems there's always the recurring thread about how some driver yells at you or sends a you into
the ditch, and you patiently take it all in stride.

But have you had any situations where justice was served -- a conveniently-positioned cop, a
driver getting into a wreck themselves after getting worked up over you, or you managed to egg a
vehicle? Would like to hear some tales of the little guy getting a fair shake.

PTM

4-5 years ago Beat up, older Ford Bronco. The idiot passenger, who had more teeth than IQ (and
not too many of those) yelled the usual unintelligible [censored] out the window as they went by. 1/2
mile later....the were pulled over, and as I passed, I saw the cop hand the driver what looked
like a ticket.

Coupla years ago. Nice multilane street, medium traffic. The car coming up behind me is drifting
slowly to the right. This being a curbed street, there's not much place to move in. She keeps coming
closer, closer...I look back and see she's on the damn phone. Completely oblivious. As she gets
right next to me, still gently drifting to the right, I unclip and kick her door. Not too hard, but
enough to make a noise. It startled her, and as she jerked...the phone went *out the window*. Broke
into pieces on the street. I guess I'm lucky that she didn't jerk over to the right.

Sometimes it does work out.

Pete

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But have you had any situations where justice was served -- a conveniently-positioned cop, a driver
getting into a wreck themselves after getting worked up over you, or you managed to egg a vehicle?

The first one is justice. Wishing for the second or doing the third makes you not one bit better
than the moron shouting at you. Unless they pose a danger to your physical safety it's usually best
to just ignore the idiots or, at most, shout right back at them. I confess that I've shouted back a
time or two but I'm not particularly proud of it. Also, I never have to hope for a conveniently
located cop if the offending idiot decides to up the ante by getting out of his car. <g>

Regards, Bob Hunt

(Powdered Toast Man) said:

But have you had any situations where justice was served -- a conveniently-positioned cop, a driver
getting into a wreck themselves after getting worked up over you, or you managed to egg a vehicle?
Would like to hear some tales of the little guy getting a fair shake.

Once for me.

I had some local relatives of Cletus the Slackjawed Yokel toss a half-full beer can at me from the
opposite direction. The can went by me at 50-60 MPH. In the past these idiots have spit, screamed,
and braked checked me. I know where they live, but even at 6'1", 225, I'm not stupid enough to knock
on their front door. I'm actually pretty used to dumb people driving cars, so I let it go.

I work for a phone co. and my office is located in a small building were cops frequently meet our
splicing crews before heading out to road jobs. One morning, months later, I was talking to one of
the cops, who also happens to be a bicycle cop who frequents the LBS I work at part time.

I told the story to the officer, who asked for a description of the vehicle, and I added the
address. No formal complaint was filed.

I have no idea what he said to them or did, but in the two years since this happened, the yokels
pass me like well-behaved sunday school students. <G>

Barry

I have to say that while I find the blowing of snot on a person somewhat disturbing, I do applaud
the excellent use of the word "asshats." I've never heard that before.

Zippy the Pinhead said:

(Powdered Toast Man) said:

But have you had any situations where justice was served -- a conveniently-positioned cop, a
driver getting into a wreck themselves after getting worked up over you, or you managed to egg a
vehicle? Would like to hear some tales of the little guy getting a fair shake.

Be careful what you wish for. You're going to wish you'd never asked. If you've eaten recently and
have a weak stomach, skip this post entirely.

This was sometime around 1972.

My then-girlfriend (now wife) and I were riding our Schwinn Varsity bikes along, returning to our
apartment complex from a leisurely ride around Lake Murray near La Mesa CA. We were just a block or
two from home when a carload of kids went by and the front-seat passenger hurled a large McDonald's
cup full of ice at us. We both got hit. They contined along, and we could hear them laughing. I
told my girlfriend I'd see her at home and took off after them. Back in the day, I had the legs and
eventually they had a red light. They'd gotten way ahead of me and I am sure they didn't expect me
to give chase.

I was hauling some serious ass as I approached and for some reason one of the kids in the back
looked back and saw me coming and turned to warn the others. The front-seat passenger wasn't
laughing as he frantically tried to close his window.

Too damn late.

Did I mention I have always had sinus problems, to one extent or another, and that exertion and
fresh air empty all the old bloody thick green snot out of them?

I got that little [censored] right in the slack-jawed, formerly-smart-assed mouth.

I kept right on going to the head of the line of cars and turned smoothly into the parking lot of a
little mall. I knew that, behind the buildings, there was a little concrete pathway along a
drainage ditch whose beginning was kind of hard to see in a little patch of trees. I heard that
dipshit driver burning rubber in the mall's parking lot as I cruised around the next building -- my
apartment complex's garage. The door was open and I just jumped off and pushed the bike in as I
closed the door.

Those little asshats must have thought I'd disappeared into thin air.

Bryan J. Ball Editor/Publisher www.bentrideronline.com

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But have you had any situations where justice was served -- a conveniently-positioned cop, a
driver getting into a wreck themselves after getting worked up over you, or you managed to egg a
vehicle?

The first one is justice. Wishing for the second or doing the third makes

you

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not one bit better than the moron shouting at you. Unless they pose a

danger to

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your physical safety it's usually best to just ignore the idiots or, at

most,

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shout right back at them. I confess that I've shouted back a time or two

but

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I'm not particularly proud of it. Also, I never have to hope for a

conveniently

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located cop if the offending idiot decides to up the ante by getting out

of his

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car. <g>

There you go again with your neo-Christian values Bob! ;-) There are some cultures in this world
that think retribution is a solid virtue, which makes him better than the perpetrator.

--
Robin Hubert <[email hidden]

28 Jun 2003 13:43:24 -0700, <[email hidden]>,

(Powdered Toast Man) said:

a driver getting into a wreck themselves after getting worked up over you,

I was aggressively and deliberately cut off twice within a few blocks by the same guy in a white
bulgemobile. I spat on the hood while he was waiting for a red light. He got so excited that he
accelerated into the back of the 5 ton truck that was stopped just ahead of him. I didn't hang
around to gloat.
--
zk

Well mine isn't as good as some of these.

But a friend of mine and I were riding single file on rolling terrain. And a car with young guys in
it honked at us, and squeezed us as they passed whilst the occupants chimed in with their obscene
greetings. They then accelerated and went over a rise.

What they did not know is that a large tractor towing a very large piece of agricultural machinery
had just gone over that rise and into a dip. As I recall the agrucultural machinery was impressively
lethal having all sorts of sharp discs and rakes and stuff maybe a horrower? It did look lethal
enough to slice and dice darn near anything.

Well, the car had no more then topped the rise when it went into a panic skid. We could clearly
hear the shrieking tires and they managed to not hit the machinery. My friend and I nearly fell off
our bikes what with the laughing and all.

One time recent past: I creamy smash naughty little car that pulled out on me.
1/ handlebars through the drivers side window
2/ my leg dented the drivers door.
3/ I flew over the bonnet (not cuckoo nest?) - no scratchee
4/ she-driver much crying.
5/ bonus. I laugh and ride off - servee you bluddy right for no lookeee!!. Jon.

"Powdered Toast Man" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
"]news:[email hidden]... Seems there's always the recurring thread
about how some driver yells at you or sends a you into the ditch, and you patiently take it all
in stride.

But have you had any situations where justice was served -- a conveniently-positioned cop, a driver
getting into a wreck themselves after getting worked up over you, or you managed to egg a vehicle?
Would like to hear some tales of the little guy getting a fair shake.

PTM