Ever Been Followed?
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Join Date: 2002-11-09 Member: 7832Members
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<div class="IPBDescription">While driving that is..</div> Here's the story:
The other night I was lanning at my friend Cj's house. We got a phone call from another friend to come over and play some Xbox Halo and some cartoonish ninja game which really kicked **** actually. After playing that for 3 to 4 hours, we left.
As we are almost home to my friend's house. I pull a left at a light and I noticed a car behind me did the same. Thought nothing of it, then I pulled a left and so did he, a right, so did he. Cj mentioned something about being tired and not really wanting to sleep, but I think that happened before..not sure.
After that right, I pulled a left and surely enough this guy did too. Cj was happy to be almost home until I told him I think i'm being followed so we drove past his house. I make 2 rights and head straight back into the main street. Surely enough, this guy does the same thing. On the main street we are going to a light and I get in the left hand lane, so does my follower. We reach the light and im' on the very left lane and the follower pulls up in the 2nd left lane to our right. We all look at other and the guy who was following me was in some white Thunderbird and it wasn't a black person..it was the "N" word person. Just to clarify, I consider the N word person a guy who thinks he's pure ganster and a tough ****. A N person is a bad example towards the black community.
This guy looks at us funny, chewing on a lollipop stick and has a durag on and he thinks he's the ****. We both pull a left 'cause duh, we where in the left turn lane. Then I make a left at the next light and he goes straight, we slow down a bit to see if he made a left to catch up with me, but he didn't so we went back and messed around. Watched Trigun on Adult Swim, then Cj passed out and I played some Red Orchestra for about 3 hours with Testament. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Now that I think about it some more, I should of taken him out in a race. His Tbird wouldn't of lasted against me.
I love street racer and survival instincts. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Probably saved us from being robbed or my car being vandelised or death.
Happened about 1:30am too by the way.
Moral of the story -
ALWAYS PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND YOU!
I can't stress that enough.
-Travis <!--emo&::fade::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/fade.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='fade.gif' /><!--endemo-->
The other night I was lanning at my friend Cj's house. We got a phone call from another friend to come over and play some Xbox Halo and some cartoonish ninja game which really kicked **** actually. After playing that for 3 to 4 hours, we left.
As we are almost home to my friend's house. I pull a left at a light and I noticed a car behind me did the same. Thought nothing of it, then I pulled a left and so did he, a right, so did he. Cj mentioned something about being tired and not really wanting to sleep, but I think that happened before..not sure.
After that right, I pulled a left and surely enough this guy did too. Cj was happy to be almost home until I told him I think i'm being followed so we drove past his house. I make 2 rights and head straight back into the main street. Surely enough, this guy does the same thing. On the main street we are going to a light and I get in the left hand lane, so does my follower. We reach the light and im' on the very left lane and the follower pulls up in the 2nd left lane to our right. We all look at other and the guy who was following me was in some white Thunderbird and it wasn't a black person..it was the "N" word person. Just to clarify, I consider the N word person a guy who thinks he's pure ganster and a tough ****. A N person is a bad example towards the black community.
This guy looks at us funny, chewing on a lollipop stick and has a durag on and he thinks he's the ****. We both pull a left 'cause duh, we where in the left turn lane. Then I make a left at the next light and he goes straight, we slow down a bit to see if he made a left to catch up with me, but he didn't so we went back and messed around. Watched Trigun on Adult Swim, then Cj passed out and I played some Red Orchestra for about 3 hours with Testament. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Now that I think about it some more, I should of taken him out in a race. His Tbird wouldn't of lasted against me.
I love street racer and survival instincts. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
Probably saved us from being robbed or my car being vandelised or death.
Happened about 1:30am too by the way.
Moral of the story -
ALWAYS PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT IS GOING ON AROUND YOU!
I can't stress that enough.
-Travis <!--emo&::fade::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/fade.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='fade.gif' /><!--endemo-->
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BTW I see your point of view on the N word but honestly, idiots of any race should not be seperated by race.
If this guy was of a bad character, which I agree he probably was, judge him and name him by that alone, don't let your classification of him have anything to do with the fact that he is African American, even if you don't stereotype his whole race in doing so.
[EDIT] Oh and upon rereading your post, I saw that he wasn't African American, but still my point remains, that word has bad connotations, its best left alone. [/EDIT]
But on the other side of the coin, if i'm feeling bored, sometimes i make it look like i'm following someone. Like if i notice that the car infront is the same car that's been infront of me for some time, i'll follow that car to wherever i'm going, if it goes completely out of the way, i'll stop, but if it's going roughly the same direction, i'll follow just to freak them out a bit. I love driving like an arsehole sometimes. Like when you've got people really close behind you, so you drop to 15mph just because they're being impatient. Or on some occasions i've actually slowed way down to walking speed for speed cameras, purely to annoy the driver behind.
Hehe Evil Esuna.
Usually if I have anything of that nature I flash my lights and get my engine ready for a ride. If you want a good look at my car then you have to work for it. lol
IE: Race *rolls eyes*
How did I solve the problem?
I busted out a james bond move and sped away and on a sharp corner I turned into a street and turned off all my lights and just sat there....About 2 seconds later, the guy went zooming on by.... <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
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kids? You should talk. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
So the cop basically saw an old (1992) Honda Accord leaving slummy downtown and heading into rich, posh, sheltered suburbia. I passed him at a light (going the opposite direction), and he actually pulled a U-turn in the intersection and followed me about two miles to my parents' house. When I pulled into the driveway, he drove on (and my parents live on a thickly-settled, no-through-traffic, one-way street, so he had no business being there. Not to mention the frikkin U-turn).
Always nice to know the boys in blue are lookin' out for your well-being. Meh.
Why? Because I do 5 under the limit and I have to slap a big yellow L on my front and back windscreen.
Strange though. When the red P comes out they tend to be the ones to be doing the fearing... hmmm....
kids? You should talk. <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo--> <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
LATAZ FOO!
Sounds fun, I should go riding with you guys.
Strange though. When the red P comes out they tend to be the ones to be doing the fearing... hmmm.... <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
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Strange though. When the red P comes out they tend to be the ones to be doing the fearing... hmmm.... <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
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seconded
wth?
hehe, as I don't drive, I have been folowed around. Again by cops.
We are not exactly sure why they did it <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
It was me and a bunch of my friends wandering around a Park (we had a tendancy to just walk around aimlesly and talk). had some cops folowing us for about an hr <!--emo&:p--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/tounge.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='tounge.gif' /><!--endemo-->
gues they thought we were up to no good <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo-->
So the cop basically saw an old (1992) Honda Accord leaving slummy downtown and heading into rich, posh, sheltered suburbia. I passed him at a light (going the opposite direction), and he actually pulled a U-turn in the intersection and followed me about two miles to my parents' house. When I pulled into the driveway, he drove on (and my parents live on a thickly-settled, no-through-traffic, one-way street, so he had no business being there. Not to mention the frikkin U-turn).
Always nice to know the boys in blue are lookin' out for your well-being. Meh. <!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd-->
I feel ya. It's like that in brentwood <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif' /><!--endemo--> talk about profiling!
Now of course I toy with him, stick the needle right on the speed limit as the other lane is full, and just go along nicely. Oh! School zone, right down to speed limit the whole way through. Yah, probably not a good idea <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo-->
So I continue on, and right near my house, I take a turn that leads back to a road we had recently turned off of, and the guy follows me. This kinda perked me, but I did my next turn, which he followed. Did a complete circle back down the same road I came up on and started doing an exact backtracking of my path with him following. Again, I decided to have fun (see: jerk).
I drove around a little, and he didn't seem to be getting bored. So I pull into a right hand turn lane, oops, back into main lane, left hand turn, crank it back into right hand turn, this guy trying to follow. Now I will tell you, the car I drive sucks, big time, no way I could outrun a motorized wheelchair in this thing, but it can turn on a dime. By now it's been a good 20 minutes, and I am getting a little worried by now when this guy will give up. Lets just say my next manuvers made me glad no cops were around. Going down the smallest residential streets I can find, I quickly pull a series of quick left rights, with a bunch of U-Turns capped off with me calling my friend (who's house I had driven by) and getting him to tail the guy tailing me <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif' /><!--endemo--> He quickly buggered off after that. (yes, talking on a cell while driving is bad)
This whole thing took a little over 40 minutes, and I still cringe whenever I see white SUV's now <!--emo&:(--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/sad.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='sad.gif' /><!--endemo-->
First time is when I was 16 and had a bad habit of yelling very very very loudly at passing cars and this guy cut me off and almost hit me so i yelled as i always did. Well it was some **** off stoner guy who then followed me around, cut me off and slammed on his breaks. hopped out of his car, and then got out and started beating on my window and screaming. Gah. I was petrified in fear but my friend calmed him down and convinced him I was an idiot so he went back to his car but he still followed us for awhile so I just drove in a circle around the mall 3 or 4 times.
Second time was when I was driving to college class and it had just rained a ton the night before so there were puddles of water everywhere, and some idiot was goin down the road w/ his window down and I didn't notice he had it down and so the water went and got him wet, so he did a U-turn and started following me around for a bit. Not my damn fault he had his window open when the street was flooded...
In my area, you know, this big old land called Australia, we have to put a yellow placard with an "L" on it to signify to other kangaroo riders that we are "Learners" or, as I like to put it, nubcaeks.
Once we've clocked up 120 hours of practice and pass a Kangaroo riding test, we get a red placard with a "P" on it. This means we are on a "Probationary" Kangaroo riding license. It means that neither the driver, nor the kangaroo, can be drunk at any time. After three years of carrying this red placard, we are fully licensed, fully fledged kangaroo riders.
I'm not sure if it's a local phenomenon limited to my immediate area or if it's to do with kangaroo riders in general, but L platers are pretty much given the treatment I described above. Once the L plater graduates to become a P plater, they get to hurl abuse AND ride kangaroos dangerously (like riding on the BACK of the kangaroo instead of in the pouch <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif' /><!--endemo-->).
In any case, yeah...
In my area, you know, this big old land called Australia, we have to put a yellow placard with an "L" on it to signify to other kangaroo riders that we are "Learners" or, as I like to put it, nubcaeks.
Once we've clocked up 120 hours of practice and pass a Kangaroo riding test, we get a red placard with a "P" on it. This means we are on a "Probationary" Kangaroo riding license. It means that neither the driver, nor the kangaroo, can be drunk at any time. After three years of carrying this red placard, we are fully licensed, fully fledged kangaroo riders.
I'm not sure if it's a local phenomenon limited to my immediate area or if it's to do with kangaroo riders in general, but L platers are pretty much given the treatment I described above. Once the L plater graduates to become a P plater, they get to hurl abuse AND ride kangaroos dangerously (like riding on the BACK of the kangaroo instead of in the pouch <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif' /><!--endemo-->).
In any case, yeah... <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
that was the best story ever.
Being followed while driving an attractive young female home is not cool, otherwise it doesn't really matter.
As for cops... Nope, no good stories about them. From what I've learned in my 21 years is that they're too busy policing me to stop those people who actually break the law on purpose.
First time was when I was learning to drive with my dad in the passenger seat driving around quiet country lanes and a Police car was set off the road in a semi-hidden lane (speedtrap I guess) and because I'd gone past three or four times (gg maneuver training) they pulled out followed me for a bit 'till my dad told me to pull over, the police pulled over behind us and came over. Fortunately one of the guys my dad had taught to drive ^_^ (my dads former police driver training/pursuit training/maneuvers etc) so they had a chat and casually mentioned that I'd forgotten to put my L plates on O:
Second time I was with a bunch of mates in a Vauxhall Nova (any British person will know the significance of that particular car make, and no I'm not a chav) and we were followed, flashed and pulled over and my mate who was driving had to take a breathalyser and take his documents into the nereast police station etc just because we were young and in a Nova.
GG
ended up.. it was my dad... he fell off a bike when he was young.. and man was he dissapointed in me for rinsin
In my area, you know, this big old land called Australia, we have to put a yellow placard with an "L" on it to signify to other kangaroo riders that we are "Learners" or, as I like to put it, nubcaeks.
Once we've clocked up 120 hours of practice and pass a Kangaroo riding test, we get a red placard with a "P" on it. This means we are on a "Probationary" Kangaroo riding license. It means that neither the driver, nor the kangaroo, can be drunk at any time. After three years of carrying this red placard, we are fully licensed, fully fledged kangaroo riders.
I'm not sure if it's a local phenomenon limited to my immediate area or if it's to do with kangaroo riders in general, but L platers are pretty much given the treatment I described above. Once the L plater graduates to become a P plater, they get to hurl abuse AND ride kangaroos dangerously (like riding on the BACK of the kangaroo instead of in the pouch <!--emo&:0--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/wow.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wow.gif' /><!--endemo-->).
In any case, yeah... <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><div class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd-->
You can ride KANGAROOS? As in the things that hop around? If so, I'm moving to Australia.
DUDE!
You were stalked by OJ!
A couple were ricers who I'd passed on the freeway, and carried a grudge.. only made worse when I managed to beat them off the line at each light we came up on, in my little breaking-down Mirage Hatch. <!--emo&:)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html//emoticons/smile.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='smile.gif' /><!--endemo--> Only one took more than five lights to give up, and seemed to take it a LOT more personally.. ended up showing him how torque-steering an FF car from a stop can lead to a very effective bootlegger, even without touching the handbrake.
Only really serious follow I've had was a jerk in a (surprise) white Ford Explorer, who'd almost rear-ended me when he cut over from another lane to pass someone going too slow for his tastes. I slowed down to match the car he was trying to pass, which pretty much sent him off.. was trying to cut me off for about ten miles and slam on his brakes.
If I didn't make it clear before, I love having a 3/4 ton car when dealing with quick starts and stops. Less inertia means greater agility. ^_^
Or.. to have a lot of fun.. find an older person who is driving exactly 40mph on the interstate, (which is the legal minimum here in SD) and stay RIGHT next to them so no one can pass (we only have two lanes on our interstates).
I was trying to follow a friend to another friends house, but I didn't know where the other friend lived, and everybody had their own car, because we lived in totally different sections of town. So, I couldn't very well ride with somebody else. So it's decided that I'll just follow my friend over to this other guys house. I'm in a different parking lot, so I wait till she pulls out of her parking lot, and then I slide in behind her.
Now, here's where something happened. It was fairly dark, and she was driving a relatively non-descript black toyota. I glance over at the place we were leaving, and then look back at the road, just real quick. I pull inbehind a black toyota and then follow it left. I keep following it, until it gets out in the boonies. Follow it into a subdivision, then through this complex series of streets to this house in the suburbs. At this point, I was a little curious, because I thought the guy lived a bit closer, but maybe somebody just exaggerated to get everybody over there. The car pulls into the driveway, and then the garage door opens. The woman in the car looks at me as I pull up on the curb next to the house. I look at her, and she's obviously rather terrified. She pulls into the house and closes the garage door. At this point, I've noticed that she isn't my friend, and pull away, trying hard not to let her see my plates. Man, did I feel dumb after that.