I have been riding licensed on the street since I was 17, that's about 25 years. In that time I have had a couple full blown accidents (while riding) and plenty of close calls as has nearly everyone on here. When a close call is truly an accident on the other driver's part I just keep going, but I have had plenty of texters almost hit me and several full blown assholes try to hit me just because I'm splitting lanes and then laugh - those lovely folks lose a mirror. I have become pretty good at breaking off mirrors with my hand or foot, depending. I'd say my kill total is around 30-40.
Lately, I have been thinking of adding a tool to help with their education. A hammer is an easy solution, maybe with a sheath or something. The other idea I had was to wrap a spring-loaded punch in velcro and stick it to my bike. If you have never done it they will easily and instantly shatter a car window and all you have to do is press it against the glass.
Ugg... there's a thread on here all about get back whips of gheyness, a lot of people have posted up lots of solutions. Everything from the simple hammer fist on the mirror to the ultra coolness of a manriki.
And I've been known to jot down a license plate number or snap a photo of it and call them in as a drunk driver or displaying hostilities towards a motorcycle so its at least on record of the car with such and such plates on such and such date did such and such. Don't know if it helps or not but maybe if they actually do hit someone and they pull stuff up it goes from an accident to attempted vehicular homicide.
Ugg... there's a thread on here all about get back whips of gheyness, a lot of people have posted up lots of solutions. Everything from the simple hammer fist on the mirror to the ultra coolness of a manriki.
I get their license plate number and go home. Then I call my mole in the police department and get their address. I case the house, noting everything I can about this family. What their hobbies are, dietary needs, etc.
Then I go to MacAurthur park and secure a fake ID and SS card. I set up a facebook account that highlights all my cool guy shit as it applies to this family. I get a job in an applicable industry as well to get in better with the family when I'm ready to make my move.
When the time comes, and I've selected my target, I go in for the kill. I court their daughter/sister/wife whatever... And charm the fuck out of them with my brash sense of humor, and exquisite taste in European motorbikes.
They can't help but fall for me and want to spend every waking second in my sweet caress.
When we go to have sex, I pull off the condom and get the chick pregnant. The second she approaches with a positive pregnancy test, I exclaim, "That's wonderful baby doll! Oh my god! We're going to have such a wonderful life together! Let me go get Chinese food to celebrate!!!"
Then I bail like a Rollerblader and leave her with a shitty kid. Fuck 'em.
I get their license plate number and go home. Then I call my mole in the police department and get their address. I case the house, noting everything I can about this family. What their hobbies are, dietary needs, etc.
Then I go to MacAurthur park and secure a fake ID and SS card. I set up a facebook account that highlights all my cool guy shit as it applies to this family. I get a job in an applicable industry as well to get in better with the family when I'm ready to make my move.
When the time comes, and I've selected my target, I go in for the kill. I court their daughter/sister/wife whatever... And charm the fuck out of them with my brash sense of humor, and exquisite taste in European motorbikes.
They can't help but fall for me and want to spend every waking second in my sweet caress.
When we go to have sex, I pull off the condom and get the chick pregnant. The second she approaches with a positive pregnancy test, I exclaim, "That's wonderful baby doll! Oh my god! We're going to have such a wonderful life together! Let me go get Chinese food to celebrate!!!"
Then I bail like a Rollerblader and leave her with a shitty kid. Fuck 'em.
I get their license plate number and go home. Then I call my mole in the police department and get their address. I case the house, noting everything I can about this family. What their hobbies are, dietary needs, etc.
Then I go to MacAurthur park and secure a fake ID and SS card. I set up a facebook account that highlights all my cool guy shit as it applies to this family. I get a job in an applicable industry as well to get in better with the family when I'm ready to make my move.
When the time comes, and I've selected my target, I go in for the kill. I court their daughter/sister/wife whatever... And charm the fuck out of them with my brash sense of humor, and exquisite taste in European motorbikes.
They can't help but fall for me and want to spend every waking second in my sweet caress.
When we go to have sex, I pull off the condom and get the chick pregnant. The second she approaches with a positive pregnancy test, I exclaim, "That's wonderful baby doll! Oh my god! We're going to have such a wonderful life together! Let me go get Chinese food to celebrate!!!"
Then I bail like a Rollerblader and leave her with a shitty kid. Fuck 'em.
Now that I think about it KIRK might be responsible for 6 of those 40 on some of my Mexican peeps! HAHAHA! I'm trying to give my peeps the 411 to keep all you guys safe!
Basically letting them know move a little when you see them coming so they can pass thats pretty much all they want to do.
Remember guys they are more scared of you than you are of them!
All you would achieve is the dumb getting dumber and putting your ass more at risk,, can't fight a car with a bike
You absolutely can. We are (generally) faster and more maneuverable. You don't stick around. Do your deed and get out of there.
A holster for a weapon is a dumb idea. Cops love to ticket and take your 'weapon' no matter what you keep in it. Ball peen hammers in a loop used to be all the rage til cops starting busting you for it. I love to keep my 4 D cell Maglite bungeed to my risers. Not a weapon. Easy to slide out sideways, but not so easy that it vibrates out. And heavy enough to do whatever you'd like.
I keep mine resting on my trees, just in front of my risers with a bungee. This is merely a location for me to store a tool and never would I consider using it on a reckless driver.
Have a small steel cannonball that my mom's cousin gave me. It's pretty hefty, and painted dayglo orange. Haven't had to use it yet, but imagine it'll do quite enough damage dropped from handlebar height at 70+ mph.
Mine is better quality, though. I forget where I got it (it's nearly a decade old). You get the idea though.
Extendable batons will get you a Bludgeoning Weapon With Intent charge here in Las Vegas unless you are carrying it on duty as LE or carded Security. No fun. Ball bearings, spark plugs, maglight all better ideas.
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