I start this thread with these words, I apologize for the language, the offensive tone and such but, I wrote this last night immeadiately after "the incident". Lest you think me careless or something I will add that my home is less than .5 mile from the Texas School for the Blind. I am very cautious driving near the school...but none the less this is what went down!
OK...The happened only 15 minutes ago...to me. Let me preface this with the fact that I just a few days prior to this evening had a very odd tire problem, which killed my brand new 1500 mile front Pirelli P-0.(the valve stem just freaking broke in half while driving on the highway...and yes it was normal speed, maybe 5 over the limit.). A few hundred dollars later that will be all good.
So here I am driving my precious little red NSX home from work at 10:00pm...with my homie-chrome 2 front stock wheels and my sweet ass OZ Superleggra 18 inch rears...looks stupid but until the new Pirelli rubber arrives it is either this or walk. I am going about 15 mph when I initiate the turn onto the road leading to the road my house is on. This is a trurn from a major urban street onto a semi minor urban street (still has stoplights and stuff but two lanes)...a car is coming up fast from the rear as I initiate the turn...much to my surprise I see three blind drunks in the street with their canes. How do I know they were drunk you ask? The main character in the following story was doing some sort of dance in the middle of the street, the other two were not far from him but they were at a safe distance. I stop quickly, still partially in the intersection but the car behind me manages to avoid hitting me by a foot or so. I have managed to stop about 6 feet short of the nearest drunk/blind/cane using freak. He really is blind I know because of the way he ran backwards perfectly stepping on to the curve in reverse motion.
He proceeds to walk back directly in front of my little pretty alloy bodied car and do the most amazing pseudo ninja fucking thing I have ever seen. I am unable to predict for some reason what came next. He expertly breaks the cane in two at the center by pulling each half away from the other. Next he pulls them FAR apart, to my amazement there is what resembles a small peice of ski rope joining the two halves. He raises up and steps forward whipping the full wrath of this fucking ninja-numb-chuck fucking thing at my car...the sharp end strikes the hood about 1/3 of the way between the areas above the headlights to the right of center. He then steps backwards onto the sidewalk once again, he and his friends are fucking laughing.
I drive forward about 30 feet since I want to be clear of the numb-chuck cane throw by a few seconds of drunk blind mother-fucker walking. I get out, calmy pull the e-brake and place the car in gear before turning off the motor. I turn off the lights. An increadible peace comes over me, do not get me wrong, I was fucking pissed but, there was a peace like I had been stuffed up Buda's ass or something. Immeadiatly I think it a bad idea to brandish the .45 calibler pistol, the benchmade knife or the Arizona Iced Tea glass bottle sitting on or under the seat under neath me. Like I said a real sense of peace, like a message from the great beyond that said, "do not fuck yourself anymore than this asshole just fucked you."
I walk back to them, they are all on the sidwalk now, a blind female, another bling male and the blind peice of crap that strated all of this. I approach him, he rears back his cane yet again.
I speak calmly, very much so for my state of mind. I say, "that is a bad idea, you really do not want to swing that thing and fuck-off your life do you?"
He says, "you about killed me, you stopped less than two feet from me."
I simply say, "I stopped man, I fucking stopped. Bottom line, I stopped and I did not hit you. I stopped about six feet from you. You walked towards me to strike the car."
He says a slurred, "fuck you, how could I have hit your car from 6 feet with this cane (now collapsed).
I inform him and his group of 45-55 year old buddies that, "I saw that ninja-numb-chuck fucking cane of his" They immeadiatly began to snicker and laugh. I am near tears now, the rage is building.
The woman has been on the phone with the cops since the I first walked up. I had just had a beer prior to leaving the shop only 5 minutes before all of this madness. I am imagining how well that was going to go over with them. The scenario plays out in my head...I have beer on the breath, 5 minutes before there was beer in my mouth, I will blow hot on a breathalyzer if taken at the scene probably even though it was just one beer all night. They will say I was driving crazy or something, cops will look at me, my red race/sports car and then listen to what the three of them have to say. I will go jail if I wait for the cops. I do not really ever interact with on-duty police much. I handle my own shit. In this case if I stay they will probably not see me as the victim, if I beat the shit out of a blind person no jury will see me as the victim. I have no real out.
The other male is trying to difuse the situation from escalating because he obviously had more common sence than his never gonna see another fucking thing friend. He tells me that maybe his friend was scared, no argument about the reality of the situation.
I said a few more less nice things to the aggressor hoping he would take it to the pyhsical level now, he was smart enough not to. I took a nice long look at his face from about 12 inches away, to remember it, to savor it, to imagine how it would look if I struck him as hard as he struck my car (the only nice thing I have ever owned no less, until today 150,000 miles into a flawless body and paint job) with his own cane.
I told him from a foot away from his now smiling face that he was very fortunant that I was as nice as I am, that he could have a 1/2 inch hole clean through his dumb fucking head right now if I were not so nice. He laughed at me. The peace returned, I walked back to my car.
I did not look at the hood until I got home. As soon as that cane struck my aluminum hood I knew not to look at it until I was away from there. It made an incredible sound when it struck, I knew it was going to be bad. I knew in a millisecond that beating up or smoking one of these people was a really bad idea. That no less makes me feel no better. There is a special feeling the day after you beat the shit out of someone, your knuckles are raw, bleeding, your wrists are sore as hell, you usually have a few incidental wounds from the other guy. I need that feeling to get over this...I really do. Sleep and another beer will help...but really what the fuck happended tonight.
The animal inside me wants to tear that asshole apart. The only way this night could have been a more perfect trifecta of the bizzaar would for them to have been drunk/blind/MIDGETS!
I guess the bottom line is that I was in the right, I did not hit anyone, I stopped safely and without even screaching the tires. I was not driving fast, I was not driving unsafely. That dude obviously has a huge Karmic debt. The hood on my car is like $2000 or more.
I am proud of myself for not hitting the idiot. I am proud that I did not take his cane and create a dent in his skull to match the one on my hood.
I feel like shit and am going to bed. I may have to find a way to track him down and take his cane form him as a trophy...at least I would smile every time I saw the cane.
DISCLAIMER: NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE INTENDED. SORRY FOR THE LANGUAGE, SOMETIMES IT REALLY SUCKS TO BE NICE GUY. AT LEAST I CAN FIX THE CAR AND HE WILL NEVER SEE ANYTHING AGAIN.
OK...The happened only 15 minutes ago...to me. Let me preface this with the fact that I just a few days prior to this evening had a very odd tire problem, which killed my brand new 1500 mile front Pirelli P-0.(the valve stem just freaking broke in half while driving on the highway...and yes it was normal speed, maybe 5 over the limit.). A few hundred dollars later that will be all good.
So here I am driving my precious little red NSX home from work at 10:00pm...with my homie-chrome 2 front stock wheels and my sweet ass OZ Superleggra 18 inch rears...looks stupid but until the new Pirelli rubber arrives it is either this or walk. I am going about 15 mph when I initiate the turn onto the road leading to the road my house is on. This is a trurn from a major urban street onto a semi minor urban street (still has stoplights and stuff but two lanes)...a car is coming up fast from the rear as I initiate the turn...much to my surprise I see three blind drunks in the street with their canes. How do I know they were drunk you ask? The main character in the following story was doing some sort of dance in the middle of the street, the other two were not far from him but they were at a safe distance. I stop quickly, still partially in the intersection but the car behind me manages to avoid hitting me by a foot or so. I have managed to stop about 6 feet short of the nearest drunk/blind/cane using freak. He really is blind I know because of the way he ran backwards perfectly stepping on to the curve in reverse motion.
He proceeds to walk back directly in front of my little pretty alloy bodied car and do the most amazing pseudo ninja fucking thing I have ever seen. I am unable to predict for some reason what came next. He expertly breaks the cane in two at the center by pulling each half away from the other. Next he pulls them FAR apart, to my amazement there is what resembles a small peice of ski rope joining the two halves. He raises up and steps forward whipping the full wrath of this fucking ninja-numb-chuck fucking thing at my car...the sharp end strikes the hood about 1/3 of the way between the areas above the headlights to the right of center. He then steps backwards onto the sidewalk once again, he and his friends are fucking laughing.
I drive forward about 30 feet since I want to be clear of the numb-chuck cane throw by a few seconds of drunk blind mother-fucker walking. I get out, calmy pull the e-brake and place the car in gear before turning off the motor. I turn off the lights. An increadible peace comes over me, do not get me wrong, I was fucking pissed but, there was a peace like I had been stuffed up Buda's ass or something. Immeadiatly I think it a bad idea to brandish the .45 calibler pistol, the benchmade knife or the Arizona Iced Tea glass bottle sitting on or under the seat under neath me. Like I said a real sense of peace, like a message from the great beyond that said, "do not fuck yourself anymore than this asshole just fucked you."
I walk back to them, they are all on the sidwalk now, a blind female, another bling male and the blind peice of crap that strated all of this. I approach him, he rears back his cane yet again.
I speak calmly, very much so for my state of mind. I say, "that is a bad idea, you really do not want to swing that thing and fuck-off your life do you?"
He says, "you about killed me, you stopped less than two feet from me."
I simply say, "I stopped man, I fucking stopped. Bottom line, I stopped and I did not hit you. I stopped about six feet from you. You walked towards me to strike the car."
He says a slurred, "fuck you, how could I have hit your car from 6 feet with this cane (now collapsed).
I inform him and his group of 45-55 year old buddies that, "I saw that ninja-numb-chuck fucking cane of his" They immeadiatly began to snicker and laugh. I am near tears now, the rage is building.
The woman has been on the phone with the cops since the I first walked up. I had just had a beer prior to leaving the shop only 5 minutes before all of this madness. I am imagining how well that was going to go over with them. The scenario plays out in my head...I have beer on the breath, 5 minutes before there was beer in my mouth, I will blow hot on a breathalyzer if taken at the scene probably even though it was just one beer all night. They will say I was driving crazy or something, cops will look at me, my red race/sports car and then listen to what the three of them have to say. I will go jail if I wait for the cops. I do not really ever interact with on-duty police much. I handle my own shit. In this case if I stay they will probably not see me as the victim, if I beat the shit out of a blind person no jury will see me as the victim. I have no real out.
The other male is trying to difuse the situation from escalating because he obviously had more common sence than his never gonna see another fucking thing friend. He tells me that maybe his friend was scared, no argument about the reality of the situation.
I said a few more less nice things to the aggressor hoping he would take it to the pyhsical level now, he was smart enough not to. I took a nice long look at his face from about 12 inches away, to remember it, to savor it, to imagine how it would look if I struck him as hard as he struck my car (the only nice thing I have ever owned no less, until today 150,000 miles into a flawless body and paint job) with his own cane.
I told him from a foot away from his now smiling face that he was very fortunant that I was as nice as I am, that he could have a 1/2 inch hole clean through his dumb fucking head right now if I were not so nice. He laughed at me. The peace returned, I walked back to my car.
I did not look at the hood until I got home. As soon as that cane struck my aluminum hood I knew not to look at it until I was away from there. It made an incredible sound when it struck, I knew it was going to be bad. I knew in a millisecond that beating up or smoking one of these people was a really bad idea. That no less makes me feel no better. There is a special feeling the day after you beat the shit out of someone, your knuckles are raw, bleeding, your wrists are sore as hell, you usually have a few incidental wounds from the other guy. I need that feeling to get over this...I really do. Sleep and another beer will help...but really what the fuck happended tonight.
The animal inside me wants to tear that asshole apart. The only way this night could have been a more perfect trifecta of the bizzaar would for them to have been drunk/blind/MIDGETS!
I guess the bottom line is that I was in the right, I did not hit anyone, I stopped safely and without even screaching the tires. I was not driving fast, I was not driving unsafely. That dude obviously has a huge Karmic debt. The hood on my car is like $2000 or more.
I am proud of myself for not hitting the idiot. I am proud that I did not take his cane and create a dent in his skull to match the one on my hood.
I feel like shit and am going to bed. I may have to find a way to track him down and take his cane form him as a trophy...at least I would smile every time I saw the cane.
DISCLAIMER: NO OFFENSE TO ANYONE INTENDED. SORRY FOR THE LANGUAGE, SOMETIMES IT REALLY SUCKS TO BE NICE GUY. AT LEAST I CAN FIX THE CAR AND HE WILL NEVER SEE ANYTHING AGAIN.
......now you have an excuse to upgrade your hood... :wink:
