I attended a motorcycle safetey course about 15 years ago and the instructor recomended rusty bolts and nuts. a pocket full of these will do wonders bouncing down the road.
I attended a motorcycle safetey course about 15 years ago and the instructor recomended rusty bolts and nuts. a pocket full of these will do wonders bouncing down the road.
I have been told a couple spark plugs as well, or ball bearings haha
Sounds like fun when the bastard is red with rage.
People that tailgate me, I have a three step process. One, I wave back like I'm their buddy. Two, I stand up, sticking my ass in the air (usually gets a big WTF and they slow down). I call it mooning, I know I look like an idiot, but I'd rather be an idiot than flattened. Three USED to be flip them off. Four was throw whatever was in my pocket. 3 and 4 are now slow down, wave them by.. You pull out in front, and they'll follow you. Worse yet, if you flip someone off, they'll shoot your ass. My dad had a gun pulled on him in GA.
Here's why I changed it. I was in N. Michigan, my GF was on the back. The highways go from 1 lane to two to pass. Well these shits like to go 45 then speed to 65 in the passing zone, and a CB550 with 400 extra pounds won't exactly pass in a lightning streak (it was just barely long enough to pass a car going 65).
So I get up on the throttle to pass this fruity Chameleon paint Bonneville in the right lane. What does he do? He swerves out into the left lane, pushing me across the double yellow. Kate gets out the nuts and shit in my pocket and waves them in front of me as if saying "chuck them?"
I waved back no, and I'm glad I did. If he could swerve out and push me into oncoming traffic, he would've run my ass over. Kate really must've been pissed if she got the bolts out, usually she's the cool one.
Another time I was on the Indian, which is no speed demon. I don't have a speedo and was driving what I thought was 40. I look back and this FIP is 2 feet off my ass. I wave, moon him, then flip him off for a good ten seconds, waving it around like a fucking idiot making sure he sees it. He didn't like that.
We both pulled up to the stoplight, he was still behind me. I waved him up next to me, he pulls up and whoops "Are you out your fucking mind?" I shout back "YEAH!"
The light turns green and I tear into the scout, pinning it at full throttle. Well he followed me like a creep for the next 10 to 15 miles, no matter what turn I made. Haven't flipped anyone off since.
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seriously the best way ive found. yank on your pants a bit, stand up on the pegs, and show them the vertical smile. ive mooned more than a few cell phone wielding, makeup applying, big mac scarfing soccer moms. That alone usually makes them back off.
i guess the sight my hairy ass is too much to handle
Ive seen that brazilian video. Ive been forced to kick a car out of necessity. i was being pinched off, in my own lane, and my option to slow down was not there as the rig behind me was too close too stop. Some woman tried to force me into a curb last year and i rearranged her fender on her brand new volvo. She was dong it on purpose and i did what i had to do to stay on two rollers
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I've thought about this a bit since I see it nearly every time I ride. I'm not going to bust someone's windshield because I caught them texting, that's just tough guy bullshit.
How about printing "Get off the phone ASSHOLE" on the palm of left hand gloves. So you can roll up on 'em and flash 'em a little message that says "I see you and don't like it".
My favorite is having a couple 18 wheeler lugnuts in my pocket, preferably rusty old ones. I mean, those things could have bounced up off the roadbed, right? Honestly I pretty much just stay away from the idiots. CO has shall-issue concealed carry, and I have a permit, but that doesn't mean I'm looking for a fight.
That said, I have kicked one car- really hard- for trying to kill me. Dickhead got his Lamborghini (I think it was a Gallardo, and no, I am not making this up) back from the valet down on Larimer Square in Denver and decided to impress everybody by laying into the throttle without looking at all of the traffic that was coming- led by me. So yeah, dude got the world's most expensive boot print in his door.
This is crazy I walked in on a couple guys I work with talking about being on the receiving end of "motorcycle road rage". Both these idiots drive "performance" cars (Eclipse and Cooper S) and I'm sure they both drive like idiots. I knew before I could back my way out of the situation I was automatically getting involved being one of the few bikers. I simply shrugged and said that bolts, screws, nuts, ball bearings and marbles are all old hat, told them my step mom's father owns a junk yard and I have him pull all the tire irons out and save them for me and that I always carry a couple tucked into my bike somewhere and since they're free I don't think twice about tossing one over my shoulder, or grabbing some brake and smashing windows and beating the crap out of the car after I drop it down a couple gears and rib back by them again, then said that its got nothing on a buddy that's rigged up a couple 12 gauge shells filled with pea gravel facing backwards from the bike in a home made zip gun. I've thought about doing something like this many times but the times I've wished I'd had something to toss at the shit heads passes pretty quickly with a couple exceptions.
Man these are all good ideas......for my worthless two cents i just gotta say that the hardest part of ridin is havin had to swallow THAT bitter pill of Reality and just having to ACCEPT that in the battle between a seven hundred pound guppy and a 2000 lb whale the guppy is ALWAYS gonna lose. THAT sucks. Nut i like the rusty nuts n bolts thing!
Rev your engine or blow your horn, then when they look at you, wave to them like you know them. They'll keep an eye on you for the entire time they're around you wondering who the hell you are....but at least they'll know you're there. You can think to yourself every time, gotcha without causing a ruckus.
Dude every time I see ur awesome profile pic, I think of the word "assblood", watch it assblood!! Stevie Janowski rulz!blood
Fuck the hippy shit, I shoulder or punch their mirror off. Learned it from the master of thug riding Nazi Bob. If you let a car catch you you should just sell ur bike and give up. Fuck everybody that gets in my way. I've spit huge lugee's on fools faces if their window's down, I followed a mini van family that almost took me out blowing a red light, and screamed at them that I was gonna rape the wife and eat the kids. They'll never forget that hahaha I'm talking about fools that almost take you out, not fools just being distracted. A rich bitch in a benz totally flew in front of me at a 4 way stop when it was my turn so i rammed the side of her door with my front tire, put a nice dent in it. I gunned it and passed her and waited for her at the next 4 way stop. And if a fucktard wants to pull over and fight, well that's why I've been training for 15 years, bring it. If I get shot, i get shot, but have you ever tried to shoot a moving target? Not easy. Of course I like to do crazy shit like ride on acid with a loaded 40 cal, well i used to, now I'm reformed from wasted riding, or trying to be.
I'm legally allowed to own and carry a handgun. I exercise that right.
Maybe this is why I don't have issues?
Yes. That is the reason that no one in a car has ever accidentally come into your lane. Because you have a gun on you.
I'll tell you what, though... if I saw what looked like a guy on a bike trying to pull out a piece after what amounted to a pretty insignificant "incident", and I was in my truck, I sure as shit wouldn't think twice about bumping him off the road before he ever got that shit in the air.
My point is, you never know who is in the car, how crazy they are. They don't have to be as "tough" as you, all they need to be is a little scared, and a little nuts, and your dead, whether you get a shot off or not.
Its like bumper cars, but one dude is in a tank, and the rest of us are in... well... bumper cars.
This is crazy I walked in on a couple guys I work with talking about being on the receiving end of "motorcycle road rage". Both these idiots drive "performance" cars (Eclipse and Cooper S) and I'm sure they both drive like idiots. I knew before I could back my way out of the situation I was automatically getting involved being one of the few bikers. I simply shrugged and said that bolts, screws, nuts, ball bearings and marbles are all old hat, told them my step mom's father owns a junk yard and I have him pull all the tire irons out and save them for me and that I always carry a couple tucked into my bike somewhere and since they're free I don't think twice about tossing one over my shoulder, or grabbing some brake and smashing windows and beating the crap out of the car after I drop it down a couple gears and rib back by them again, then said that its got nothing on a buddy that's rigged up a couple 12 gauge shells filled with pea gravel facing backwards from the bike in a home made zip gun. I've thought about doing something like this many times but the times I've wished I'd had something to toss at the shit heads passes pretty quickly with a couple exceptions.
Kate gets out the nuts and shit in my pocket and waves them in front of me as if saying "chuck them?"
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