The bigger problem is, what if the other guy had a gun too? You're right... the smartest thing to do would be to drive to the police station. That said, I was a bigger dummy that you were, and check it out... we're both still alive. So in both cases, it ended well in spite of our own stupidity.marksiwel wrote:I had a group of kids throw beer bottles at my car, back in the day, I called the cops, and pulled into a parking lot.
Let go back a second, I was 17 or so, Me and my friend were filming a Movie earlier that day, so I had a bunch of Airsoft guns in the Car (Desert Eagle, Berretta m9 , and uzi looking thing)
So I pulled into the Minyards parking lot, the guys followed me (it was a green Jeep), and started to get out of the Car. I panicked, reached into my back seat, pulled out the Desert Eagle Gas Blow Back Airsoft gun, charged the Handle, and they RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNNNN.
Cops showed up a few minutes later, told them everything (Minus the Gun thing) and they wrote it all down.
I think of the mistakes I did that day
I never even THOUGHT of getting thier License Plate. I was only blocks away from the Police Station, I should have just gone there.
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- Sun Feb 28, 2010 7:34 am
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Re: Had my first time to be nervous since I got my CHL
- Fri Feb 26, 2010 9:36 am
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Re: Had my first time to be nervous since I got my CHL
I think you did what you could, and that was that. Thank God it didn't escalate beyond that.
Road rage is a hard thing to figure, and back in the day, before I learned who my King is, I sometimes walked close to that line myself. I am a different person today, by Grace and through no natural inclination of my own, but it took me a while to make that transition.
Back in California on my way home from work one day, I was stuck in the right lane behind a really slow moving bus. I couldn't get around him because there was a lot of cars whizzing by in the left lane and I couldn't get over to make the pass. There was another guy immediately behind me in the same predicament. Finally, left lane traffic cleared and both of us immediately pulled into the left lane to pass the bus. I guess he thought I cut him off, even though I signaled my intentions and he didn't, but I didn't realize yet that he was mad at me.
Anyway, we got down to the next stop light, and I'm still in the left lane and he's in the right lane, it's a pleasant day and I've got my windows down and the radio playing. He is a young, gangsta looking Asian guy, and I became aware that he was shouting and gesticulating wildly at me. So I turned down my radio a bit to hear what he's saying, and he's cursing me a blue streak, and I said, "excuse me, but is there a problem?"
He calls me six kinds of vile names and accuses me of cutting him off. I said, "I didn't cut you off, you just changed lanes at the same time I did." He continued to rant and rave, so I said, "Look, I'm not going to get into a battle of wits with an unarmed man."
The next thing I know, he has produced a GUN!!! ...and he says, "You think you're a smart guy (not the term he used)? Pull over buddy (not the name he called me)!!!" I couldn't help myself. I said, "I'm not going to pull over and argue with some gentleman (not the term I used) with a gun. You must think I'm crazier than you are." That pretty much wrecked any chance for reconciliation he was willing to offer me.
Fortunately for me, the light then changed to green, and as we both drove forward, he seriously pulled over to the curb, expecting me to do the same. I never said he was smart. I kept going in the left lane, watching him in the rear view mirror get smaller and smaller. By the time he was able to pull back into traffic, I was clear of all cars ahead of me and was able to get away mach schnell. I got away clean and never saw him again. Afterwards, I realized how utterly stupid I had been, and from that day forward, I illegally carried my dad's old 1911 in the car on the way to and from work in case I saw him again. Praise God, I never did.
All of that stuff I did.... ....DON'T DO THAT!!! That was easily one of the dumbest things I ever did. I promise that I would never act in such a foolish fashion today. I think that I must have been having a "bad boss" day myself, and I must have been simmering for a while by the time this fool and his gun came along. He expected to intimidate me, and I was in no mood to be intimidated. It was foolish, foolish, foolish, and because of my underlying anger, I let my ego write a check I was not prepared to cash. It is by the grace of God only that He spared me for other things that day.
Road rage is a hard thing to figure, and back in the day, before I learned who my King is, I sometimes walked close to that line myself. I am a different person today, by Grace and through no natural inclination of my own, but it took me a while to make that transition.
Back in California on my way home from work one day, I was stuck in the right lane behind a really slow moving bus. I couldn't get around him because there was a lot of cars whizzing by in the left lane and I couldn't get over to make the pass. There was another guy immediately behind me in the same predicament. Finally, left lane traffic cleared and both of us immediately pulled into the left lane to pass the bus. I guess he thought I cut him off, even though I signaled my intentions and he didn't, but I didn't realize yet that he was mad at me.
Anyway, we got down to the next stop light, and I'm still in the left lane and he's in the right lane, it's a pleasant day and I've got my windows down and the radio playing. He is a young, gangsta looking Asian guy, and I became aware that he was shouting and gesticulating wildly at me. So I turned down my radio a bit to hear what he's saying, and he's cursing me a blue streak, and I said, "excuse me, but is there a problem?"
He calls me six kinds of vile names and accuses me of cutting him off. I said, "I didn't cut you off, you just changed lanes at the same time I did." He continued to rant and rave, so I said, "Look, I'm not going to get into a battle of wits with an unarmed man."
The next thing I know, he has produced a GUN!!! ...and he says, "You think you're a smart guy (not the term he used)? Pull over buddy (not the name he called me)!!!" I couldn't help myself. I said, "I'm not going to pull over and argue with some gentleman (not the term I used) with a gun. You must think I'm crazier than you are." That pretty much wrecked any chance for reconciliation he was willing to offer me.
Fortunately for me, the light then changed to green, and as we both drove forward, he seriously pulled over to the curb, expecting me to do the same. I never said he was smart. I kept going in the left lane, watching him in the rear view mirror get smaller and smaller. By the time he was able to pull back into traffic, I was clear of all cars ahead of me and was able to get away mach schnell. I got away clean and never saw him again. Afterwards, I realized how utterly stupid I had been, and from that day forward, I illegally carried my dad's old 1911 in the car on the way to and from work in case I saw him again. Praise God, I never did.
All of that stuff I did.... ....DON'T DO THAT!!! That was easily one of the dumbest things I ever did. I promise that I would never act in such a foolish fashion today. I think that I must have been having a "bad boss" day myself, and I must have been simmering for a while by the time this fool and his gun came along. He expected to intimidate me, and I was in no mood to be intimidated. It was foolish, foolish, foolish, and because of my underlying anger, I let my ego write a check I was not prepared to cash. It is by the grace of God only that He spared me for other things that day.