Then donate to their race driver training tuition, two or three pennies at a time.anygunanywhere wrote:They aren't tailgating. They're drafting.
Tailgaters can make it well worth not fixing a hole in the floorboard.
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When you buy a toy for yourself, you have to get a distraction for your honey. Jewelry and flowers are always good. Dinner and tickets to something of interest, spa gift certificate ... use your imagination.jbenat wrote:Speaking of wives, mine said something kinda crazy the other day, just after I bought my last gun (a CZ 75B 9mm). She said I should have enough guns now.
nitrogen wrote:My wife and I had one at the movies about 8 months ago.
We were looking for a parking spot, while a woman and her kids were going back to their car. ... Well, mom was talking on her cell phone by her car. The kids were standing in the middle of the parking lot, doing Lord knows what. And they stayed there.
And stayed there.
And stayed there.
The car behind me tapped their horn (figuring I'm just dawdling or something, I guess he didn't see the kids) and they STILL were standing there. I tap my horn. Mom whirls around, yells at the kids, and they come running. This took about 2-3 mins.
So we park not far from this. As we're getting out of the car, the woman runs up to us, SCREAMING. "YOU HAVE TO BE MORE PATIENT WITH CHILDREN (etc etc)"
As we're walking to the theater, the woman continues to yell at us. MY WIFE, the levelheaded one, yells back, "Whos'e watching your children while you're here yelling at us?"
That snapped her out of it, and she walked away.
I knew I married her for several good reasons.
Why? Who cares? I want one!!!!!!frankie_the_yankee wrote:I would have fuzzed out the license plate before posting the picture.
Judging from this picture - You seem to be a bit too close to the trailer.barres wrote:Better tailgating solution:
I pulled up behind this trailer at a stoplight, and was able to snap the pic with my camera phone before the light changed. I love the idea!
>......Moonpie wrote:A goodly number of years ago I had a scary run in with some kook driver.
My cousin and I had been out on my property out in the country shooting our pistols. My property was miles down a lonely 1.5 lane road.
When we went to head back home it got weird.
I drove my pick-up out to the road, looked both ways, no one was in sight, and pulled out onto the road, headed to town.
Almost immediatley there was this guy in a trashed out behemouth of a Crysler on my tail hard. He was honking his horn, flipping the bird, flashing his lights, weaving, etc. He seemed really angry.
I pulled over to let him go by.
He roared by me, pulled in front, and slammed on his brakes!
I had to slam on mine to keep from hitting him.
I raised my arms, gesturing to him, WTH?
He was screaming and flipping me the bird. He was WAY past angry.
I had NO idea of what his problem was.
I pulled around him and took of at high speed. He kept on my tailgate.
My poor cousin was freaking out.
The nutjob continued to weave and try to run me off the road. I kept ahead of him all the way to town.
As I neared the end of the road where I knew I would have to stop, I instructed my cousin to load one of the handguns.
He did. I took the handgun from him and held it up in the window where the nutjob could see it plain as day.
Well, the chase ended right there! He slammed on his brakes and took off down a side road as fast as he could go.
That was 20yrs ago and I still have no idea what I/we did that day to make that guy so insane.