Folks, I'm sitting here, responding to this and that about guns and ammo... trying to hold it all in, but its no use. I came very close to pulling out my PM45 tonite. Too damn close. I'm on my Harley... sitting at a red light with two cars ahead of me, about 1/3 way over in the lane from the edge. Driver behind me starts inching up. His bumper was even with my tail light, so I turned and said "hey STOP!". He did. Then he started inching up again, and I lost it. His bumper was now even with my rear shock, and my directional was about 1/2 inch from his fender. I used very coarse language, pointed my finger right at his face, and told him in no uncertain terms to STOP. He stopped. Then he started inching up more, and his bumper hit my leg. That was all she wrote, I totally lost it, turned and called him every name in the book, upon which the driver got out of his car and started yelling back. He reached inside his window (door was almost closed) and I came to the point where I was REALLY afraid. I saw the light change in his windshield reflection, cars moved, and I got the hell out of there.
I've got knots in my gut just recounting this. My heart is pounding again too. The guy was an ol' geezer! Older than me even! (comedic relief). Seriously... late 60's sort of guy, but not your joe average pensioner... and frankly I dont give a hoot how old he was. He hit me after being warned twice, and he got out of his car, and he reached.... I didn't know what was gonna happen next.
Tell me its gonna be ok.
I've got knots in my gut just recounting this. My heart is pounding again too. The guy was an ol' geezer! Older than me even! (comedic relief). Seriously... late 60's sort of guy, but not your joe average pensioner... and frankly I dont give a hoot how old he was. He hit me after being warned twice, and he got out of his car, and he reached.... I didn't know what was gonna happen next.
Tell me its gonna be ok.

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