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Originally Posted by Yadkin
I remember several times when some guy in a car or truck tried to mess with me when I was riding my motorcycle back in the day. Many times I'd wave tailgaters around, or when that didn't work do a "reverse pass". At least four times it got more serious, and I'd stay far back then approach them at a stop light. Or follow them home. Attitudes change real fast when they don't have their two-ton shark cage to hide into.
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That happened to me twice, as a young kid (20) on my motorcycle. First time I stopped on the side of the road and got off my bike and they sped off, second time they followed me all the way home, I got off my bike, and they left. I was ready to rock and roll and had a helmet on, was young, strong, and stupid, and full of adrenaline. Today, I'd drive slowly to a police station or fire station and summon help. Yadkin and I used to be real badasses when we had hair, people. Believe it.
