today my msf course paid dividends. an a$$hole in a lexus wearing his $300 sunglasses and fancy brand name shirt ran right through a yield into my lane as i approached the intersection runnning about 40mph in the right lane. we met side by side as i slowed down anticipating his jackass move...which was never even looking before he pulled out. i was about three feet from his window and i laid on the horn and yelled at the top of my lungs as he `pushed` me into the next lane to my left (it is a 4 lane road). luckily no one was in that lane at the moment through there was traffic almost on my heels as i was forced over.

anyhow, as i was next to the jerk he continued to takeover my lane and push me over while he rolled down his window (with his grandson in the passenger seat freaking out) and since he gave me a mean look like it was my fault i got more pissed and yelled "you almost ran me off the f-ing road" .  i am usually not like that, but i was staring a nice hospital visit in the eye and i snapped. he slowed down at that point and i rode on and he let traffic separate us...and for as far as i could see he was poking down the road probably getting yelled at by his wife.

so...i feel as if the defensive driving skills i learned in my msf course helped me:
- not overreact (physically.  verbal reaction was fair game... )
- react properly to the situation while maintaining control at all times
- have situational awareness and know where i could safely go in a split second

yall be safe out there and treat everyone as if they're about to run you over.

I busted a guys mirror for that once.. He complained about it at the next light. I pointed out that he had pulled out of a parking lot and into my lane,on a snow covered road. I can't just change lanes or jam on the brakes just because you didn't bother to Not try to kill me. I Was just barely able to Not hit you.. So,I thought you needed a little something to get your attention,so I slapped the nuts out of your mirror and if you want,I will happily slap the nuts out of you.  He didn't,I'm glad,my hands were Hurting..it was way cold.. I couldn't even knock on the door when I got to my dad's house.

get those gloves with armor plating... better yet brass knuckles.

or steel toe boots and just kick the mirror
and that can be explained as "loss of balance, hell you shoulda seen what the other foot was doing"  

verslagen1 wrote on 09/19/14 at 08:18:29:



That's Hilarious.

It was  a little pick up and it had a relatively frail mirror. It hurt,but I was pissed and back then I was a pretty tough young man. Pain was a normal part of life,something to deal with and go on..

jcstokes wrote on 09/19/14 at 13:30:59:


http://suzukisavage.com/cgi-bin/YaBB.pl?num=1404229674

Blinky has the right idea. It's better to ride home mad but safe rather than retaliate and possibly be killed. I need to get a camera and record some of the stupid things I see everyday.