retrodad
Regular Member
Ah, memories...
Reminds me when I was on a date my senior year of high school. Young, dumb, no gun, no cell phone. Was late at night, car full of pukes pulls up behind us on the highway and starts high-beaming, riding no less than few feet from our tail, even bumping us once!
They move into the oncoming lane to pass, I hit the brakes, they fly by, and I re-engage the accelerator to catch back up and get the plate. Meanwhile they're pitching everything they can find out of the vehicle at us: can of hairspray, paper, bottles (all miss amazingly).
Eventually, they have enough of the reversal of roles and come to a dead stop on steep incline, get out of the vehicle, and start verbalizing and gesturing challenges toward us. I come to a dead stop about 30 yards away and immediately hit reverse. They see they're not going to get any play out of us, so they get back in their vehicle and speed off.
I get my date back home and we call State Patrol with the plate and description of the 3 men we saw. Come to find out later when they were picked up, these 4(!) guys had warrants, were in a stolen vehicle, and had a shotgun in their possession. I'm guessing we, fortunately, didn't see the gunman.
Good times, good times...
Reminds me when I was on a date my senior year of high school. Young, dumb, no gun, no cell phone. Was late at night, car full of pukes pulls up behind us on the highway and starts high-beaming, riding no less than few feet from our tail, even bumping us once!
They move into the oncoming lane to pass, I hit the brakes, they fly by, and I re-engage the accelerator to catch back up and get the plate. Meanwhile they're pitching everything they can find out of the vehicle at us: can of hairspray, paper, bottles (all miss amazingly).
Eventually, they have enough of the reversal of roles and come to a dead stop on steep incline, get out of the vehicle, and start verbalizing and gesturing challenges toward us. I come to a dead stop about 30 yards away and immediately hit reverse. They see they're not going to get any play out of us, so they get back in their vehicle and speed off.
I get my date back home and we call State Patrol with the plate and description of the 3 men we saw. Come to find out later when they were picked up, these 4(!) guys had warrants, were in a stolen vehicle, and had a shotgun in their possession. I'm guessing we, fortunately, didn't see the gunman.
Good times, good times...