Now this is a white trash way to handle this, but I submit for you folly gents:
I was driving in my 914 one night in Beverly Hills. CA not MI. Anyways, These 2 doushbags on really nice Ducatis pulled up behind me. One of the guys, obviously a connoisseur, says, "Check out that cool little Porsche." The other guy, (who we'll call "dumb@ss numero uno") says, " It's a Volkswagen. It was made by VW, it's got a VW engine, and it's slow like a VW. Hell, it's even ugly like a VW."
Now keep in mind I was having a bad day, (just gotten dumped) and I don't condone this sort of behavior to anyone. But I just snapped. So, I got out of my P.O.S. VW, and walked back to the bikers.
Me: What did you say?
Dumb@ss numero uno: Huh?
Me: About my car you F%$#ng twit!?!? You gotta problem with a G%@d@mn VW?!?!
Dumb@ss numero uno: I...
Me: F%$@ you!
Then I shoved him and his bike to the ground, and drove through the back roads of Beverly Hills back to my apartment, cursing my trailer park upbringing and irrational behavior along the way.
After that though, no one ever said anything else. Nor did I. It was almost as if I was wearing a badge that said, "Don't F23k with me and my rusty@ss little imbred VW, cause I might kick your @ss!"
Like I said, I don't recommend behaving this way, and it's a wonder I didn't get locked up, or shot. Thank God I'm married now, and behave a little better!!! Thank you wife!
You could just say you don't care?
