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Ask them if they have know someone that has died in a car accident?
If so why do they get in those death traps then?

Or possibly drowned? Would not want to go in the water or even take a bath if that could happen.

Choked on food? No more eating.

Slipped and fell? No more getting out of bed (or take a shower).

Sounds to me like these two are already dead and just waiting for the certificate.

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Originally Posted by Por_sha911 (Post 5247210)

Scott: would you please post the link to the LEO BBS?

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Originally Posted by Por_sha911 (Post 5247098)

Why lower yourself to their level of uncivil behavior?

Because it's fun and rewarding.

Jeff, you are a nicer guy than I am. But remember,

Living well is the bet revenge.

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Originally Posted by m21sniper (Post 5246700)

You should have hit him with the line from the Blues Brothers, "Your woman. How much for your woman? I want to buy her...."

LOL

Ahem... it is "how much for you women (plural) I want to buy your women (as he points to the wife and daughters)

Do I have to do everything around here?

Yes... I'm bored

Jeff, ship the bike to me... it will save your soul. :p

The whole thing was kind of surreal. It took me a bit to even remember them, but they sure remembered me right away. Definitely looking to expound their "safer than thou" creed. Seems lots of folks think slow=safe, but I've just never met a couple of evangelists so ready to share their gospel of safe.

I just try to keep it friendly. I even went as far as to apologize for having upset them. The funny thing is, though, I really don't think they cared in the least about me - it would have made their day to have seen me dead in a ditch somewhere. Just weird. Very, very unhappy people, but happy to be unhappy, if that makes any sense.

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Originally Posted by Jeff Higgins (Post 5247814)

Very, very unhappy people, but happy to be unhappy, if that makes any sense.

You just summed up PARF in a nutshell...

Stupid Seattlelites- people in this damn state love to get all outraged about anything...

I've been yelled at passing people on I405 and coming within 6 car-lengths when I pull into their lane.

You should've told him to quit being such a *******, quit freaking out over nothing and move on.

EDIT- growl at him and see how quickly he scurries back to the corner.

rjp

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Originally Posted by Jeff Higgins (Post 5246686)

I just had the misfortune of being re-introduced to one I met last summer. He still hates me, and apparently, all I represent. A little back story:

As mst of you know, my other passion beyond early 911 hot-rods is motorcycles. I have several, and ride one or the other virtually every nice day when I'm not in the 911. My riding style varies with my mood and choice of bike. On the Harleys, I tend to ride like the old fart I am, but on the Ducati - well, I ride it like I drive my 911. Pretty much balls out when and where I can.

So, last summer, I'm out on the Duc, on one of my weekend morning "constitutionals". I get up early and ride or drive, hitting the back roads in the river valley before the crowds start to clog them up and render my preferred riding/driving style even more "irresponsible" than it already is. Anyway, I get stuck behind a very slow moving car in one of my favorite sections of twisties. The guy is doing about half the speed limit, if that. We pass several sections with very wide shoulders, even some turnouts, and I "flash to pass" at the first couple, then toot my horn at the next several. It couldn't be more obvious that he is holding me up (at about half the limit). He steadfastly refuses to yield. So, at the next spot where I can see far enough ahead to do it safely, I goose it past him. No big deal, even though it was on a double yellow - I could get around him and back into our lane long before the next truly blind corner, especially at the speed he was traveling.

This "morning constitutional" usually has the same destination - a coffee shop down the valley. There I sit at one of the outdoor tables enjoying my coffee, some twenty minutes after this encounter, and in pulls the car that was dawdling along so slowly. A guy my age that looks like a Presbyterian minister or something gets out, along with his wife - one of the most stern, humorless looking women I think I have ever seen. They are both glaring at me and alternately looking at my bike as they head inside. Neither says a word. I smile at them, trying to look friendly.

When they come back out, they grab a table near mine. Then it starts:
"Pretty damn reckless riding around like that. Have a death wish or something? How old are you? Aren't you too old for that crap? Don't you have a wife, or kids, or something you care about? Does she know how you ride? Does she let you do this? What's the matter with you?" Yadda yadda yadda... I didn't even look at them - I just lifted a cheek and farted. "Think you're cute, do you? How many of your friends have died on those damn things?"

"This year, or all together?" I throw my cup in the trash, pull on my jacket and helmet, fire up the bike and leave.

End of back story... I'm sitting in the same chair, at the same table, tonight after work. The same car pulls in, with the same two humorless near-corpses in it. Their idea of "risk" or "adventure" must be doing it with the lights on... Anyway, they remember me, and appear, oddly enough, somewhat excited to see me. Opportunity, I guess - the guy starts in again, right where he left off last summer. The wife, like last summer, doesn't say a word, but nods approvingly all the while.

Oh well. I chalk it up to valuable insight as to how some folks must perceive us. What we do seems insane to them. Wildly irresponsible. Frightening. I have to wonder, though, if the guy secretly longs for the boldness he sees in others, resenting them for it. Or if the wife wonders what it must be like to do it with the lights on...

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Originally Posted by m21sniper (Post 5246700)

You should have hit him with the line from the Blues Brothers, "Your woman. How much for your woman? I want to buy her...."

LOL

Anton Chigurh: What's the most you ever lost on a coin toss.
Gas Station Proprietor: Sir?
Anton Chigurh: The most. You ever lost. On a coin toss.
Gas Station Proprietor: I don't know. I couldn't say.
[Chigurh flips a quarter from the change on the counter and covers it with his hand]
Anton Chigurh: Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Call it?
Anton Chigurh: Yes.
Gas Station Proprietor: For what?
Anton Chigurh: Just call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Well, we need to know what we're calling it for here.
Anton Chigurh: You need to call it. I can't call it for you. It wouldn't be fair.
Gas Station Proprietor: I didn't put nothin' up.
Anton Chigurh: Yes, you did. You've been putting it up your whole life you just didn't know it. You know what date is on this coin?
Gas Station Proprietor: No.
Anton Chigurh: 1958. It's been traveling twenty-two years to get here. And now it's here. And it's either heads or tails. And you have to say. Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Look, I need to know what I stand to win.
Anton Chigurh: Everything.
Gas Station Proprietor: How's that?
Anton Chigurh: You stand to win everything. Call it.
Gas Station Proprietor: Alright. Heads then.
[Chigurh removes his hand, revealing the coin is indeed heads]
Anton Chigurh: Well done.
[the gas station proprietor nervously takes the quarter with the small pile of change he's apparently won while Chigurh starts out]
Anton Chigurh: Don't put it in your pocket, sir. Don't put it in your pocket. It's your lucky quarter.
Gas Station Proprietor: Where do you want me to put it?
Anton Chigurh: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it'll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.
[Chigurh leaves and the gas station proprietor stares at him as he walks out]

A very wise man on PPOT once said -

"Tell him to wipe the sand out of his magina"

Dear lord please watch over the pygmies

Sorry... eleven hours into a fifteen hour shift... getting punchy

Hey Jeff... work on your Spicoli impression.

Next time the guy spews at you, just hit him with...

"Hey bud... what's your problem?"

(gradually increase volume from this point on until you're almost yelling)

http://forums.pelicanparts.com/uploa...1269147197.jpg

"You were going like half the speed limit, you douchenozzle!"

"Either sh!+ or get off the road, OKAY, MANNN???!!!!"

Could be fun.

If someone is driving half the speed limit when road conditions are good (in terms of lighting, visibility, traction, precipitation, traffic, etc.), and they're situationally unaware enough to move out of the way for faster traffic when opportunities present themselves (like turnouts and shoulders), then they probably shouldn't be driving anymore. I don't think I would have farted in their general direction and I wouldn't have been obnoxious about it, but I certainly would have let them know my piece of mind even the first time around. Either he's inept as a driver or simply doesn't care. Neither is acceptable from a safety and societal perspective, IMO.

Of course, mentioning to him his loss of his man card is pretty funny, though I doubt he would understand the reference.