Celerity
Well-Known Member
As a professional driver, (I drive, as a profession) I have a few complaints to make about people out there. But it's all stuff that everyone rants about. Signals, make-up appliers, busted taillights or whatnot. But I have a special one to rant about...
Road Vigilantes.
Road Vigilantes think they know what's best all around. And they also think that I (or you) are driving far too fast for our abilities. They will block your passes, slam on the brakes, and then when you finally show them your ass (Pass them) they will THEN decide to speed up and ride your ass like a doberman on X. They will flash their lights, honk their horn, and generally show their disdain with you.
This must end.
As a pizza driver, I know my streets very well . And when I'm travelling down RT 110 (Long and straight, down a steep hill) and someone is doing the speed limit - I'm fine. But they hold on the brake THE WHOLE DAMNED TIME. This means that when something REALLY jumps out in front of them, I have no way of telling. As good as no brakelights at all.
So I pass them. Regardless of their speed. I simply don't want to be behind them. Their answer ? RACE ME ! Of course! So we race, but I can pass because I've learned to give no warning of my passing (they don't need the warning under most conditions). Then they will get right on my ass, and trek after me with lights flashing and horn honking. They will yell things at me. They will call me crazy, or worse.
They feel it's their duty to slow my crazy, and obviously unskilled ass down. They MUST do it ! To protect the children! Seeing how the Road Vigilante normally sports $20 KMart tires, $10 brakes (The cheapest brake job in town) and NEVER replace a suspension component, they usually back down quickly when they themselves lose control of the car.
But tonight was a little different. Tonight I was driving past my town's Green. The Monroe Green is about 2 miles short of my house, and it's all downhill and twisty to my house. Needless to say, I know this road with one eye tied behind my back. I drift, I go about the speedlimit, and I can never drive beyond my own equipment, experience and skill.
So at the Green, a Cop decides I'm going too fast. I'm not going the speed limit, but I am going to fast for snow. He's seen people slide and brake right into poles, mailboxes, and houses all night, and I'm simply a treat. He engages a pursuit.
I honestly didn't know this was happening behind me. So I got to the School to do some Donuts in the deeper snow. I finish up, and who comes skidding down the road Barney Fife style but Officer MichelinMan. Who pulls me over and proceeds to give me a huge "yellin' at" because I'm going too fast for the road, regardless of speedlimits.
I think he was jealous. But I listened, "Yessired' him to death and took off like a bat of out hell. Again, He disappeared into my rear view mirror faster than he came into it.
He just felt it was necessary to say something, to do SOMETHING to prove how big of a man he was. He couldn't just let me do donuts in a parking lot. No, he had to throw me off the property, threaten me, and then tell me that I had no clue what I was doing. Viglantes. Feh, I've had it up to here with them. It's a shame that we feel the need to be respectful to Cops, or else I would tell them the same thing I tell everyone else "What? I can't hear you! My stereo is too loud!" or "I'm sorry, I didn't see you because my windows are actually painted over! Sorry!"
The looks are priceless. They get so angry.
-> Steve
Road Vigilantes.
Road Vigilantes think they know what's best all around. And they also think that I (or you) are driving far too fast for our abilities. They will block your passes, slam on the brakes, and then when you finally show them your ass (Pass them) they will THEN decide to speed up and ride your ass like a doberman on X. They will flash their lights, honk their horn, and generally show their disdain with you.
This must end.
As a pizza driver, I know my streets very well . And when I'm travelling down RT 110 (Long and straight, down a steep hill) and someone is doing the speed limit - I'm fine. But they hold on the brake THE WHOLE DAMNED TIME. This means that when something REALLY jumps out in front of them, I have no way of telling. As good as no brakelights at all.
So I pass them. Regardless of their speed. I simply don't want to be behind them. Their answer ? RACE ME ! Of course! So we race, but I can pass because I've learned to give no warning of my passing (they don't need the warning under most conditions). Then they will get right on my ass, and trek after me with lights flashing and horn honking. They will yell things at me. They will call me crazy, or worse.
They feel it's their duty to slow my crazy, and obviously unskilled ass down. They MUST do it ! To protect the children! Seeing how the Road Vigilante normally sports $20 KMart tires, $10 brakes (The cheapest brake job in town) and NEVER replace a suspension component, they usually back down quickly when they themselves lose control of the car.
But tonight was a little different. Tonight I was driving past my town's Green. The Monroe Green is about 2 miles short of my house, and it's all downhill and twisty to my house. Needless to say, I know this road with one eye tied behind my back. I drift, I go about the speedlimit, and I can never drive beyond my own equipment, experience and skill.
So at the Green, a Cop decides I'm going too fast. I'm not going the speed limit, but I am going to fast for snow. He's seen people slide and brake right into poles, mailboxes, and houses all night, and I'm simply a treat. He engages a pursuit.
I honestly didn't know this was happening behind me. So I got to the School to do some Donuts in the deeper snow. I finish up, and who comes skidding down the road Barney Fife style but Officer MichelinMan. Who pulls me over and proceeds to give me a huge "yellin' at" because I'm going too fast for the road, regardless of speedlimits.
I think he was jealous. But I listened, "Yessired' him to death and took off like a bat of out hell. Again, He disappeared into my rear view mirror faster than he came into it.
He just felt it was necessary to say something, to do SOMETHING to prove how big of a man he was. He couldn't just let me do donuts in a parking lot. No, he had to throw me off the property, threaten me, and then tell me that I had no clue what I was doing. Viglantes. Feh, I've had it up to here with them. It's a shame that we feel the need to be respectful to Cops, or else I would tell them the same thing I tell everyone else "What? I can't hear you! My stereo is too loud!" or "I'm sorry, I didn't see you because my windows are actually painted over! Sorry!"
The looks are priceless. They get so angry.
-> Steve
they will either freak out and back the fuck off .... or you will get a rather exciting chace 
