Angry cagers = Trouble

"How ta sa-vive in South Central....a place where bustin' a cap is fun-da-men-tal...."



-----Ice Cube





If I make it down to California I will make it a point to visit you and hey, let's watch Boyz in the Hood!!! You are probably the most interesting person on this entire board.......

So lets see, you chase him down, he see you in the rear view, floors it, you speed up to catch him, he realizes he can't get away and stands on the brakes, you clip the bumper doing 90 and cartwheel into whatever's on the side of the road................Or

Scenario # 2, you catch him, he pulls over, you confront him, being the punk he is he's been cranking for three days, plus the addrenalin spike from the confrontation hits him, he jumps out with his pawn shop .380 and empties it into your gut.............Or

Scenario # 3 you chase him, he pulls over, you confront him, you both go to fist city, you knock him down, he hits his head and dies..............Or

Scenario #4 You chase him , a cop sees you, pulls you both over, the punk jumps out of the car and starts yelling about crazy-ass bikers trying to kill him, the cops do a Rodney King on you, you make the 6 o'clock news.

Are you getting the common thread here? you either get hurt or go to jail. If you're on a bike you can't win a confrontation with a car. The only sane course of action you have is to back down and get out of the way.

Italian cagers = Molto trouble

The scariest cage encounter I've had came in the Italian countryside. I was riding a Monster 750 on the back roads home from visiting the Ducati Factory. Just as I was about to overtake a Fiat Panda, the freak locked up his brakes in the middle of the road. I slowed and passed him, assuming the guy had a legitimate reason for stopping ... avoiding a rabbit or something. Too late, I saw the Fiat "screaming" up behind me. He overtook and forced me off the road. The assailant-to-be got out of the Fiat and started running towards me. I noted his stare-o-death and figured it was time to get the hell outta Dodgissimo. Unfortunately, being a Ducati, the Monster had died during my panic stop. I just about shat me britches waiting for that piece-of-crap to turn over, but managed to pull away just in time and ride like hell, splitting every lane, running every light, and topping the bike out at a pathetic 117mph on the A1 all the way back to Milan.

Anyway, the point is ... um ... cager assault is a huge rush and a great excuse to ride like a complete hooligan and disregard traffic laws.

I lived in Seattle for a number of years down on Yesler. In probably not the best location of that block. Had a nice Colt Python, and a Officer's ACP, as well as the CWP to carry. I found that there were very few places I felt safe going to armed--not because I didn't think I could survive the situations that might arise, but because I didn't want to spend the rest of my money and life paying for killing the prick who tries to kill me.



If you're not willing to end either the perp's life, your life, or your freedom, carrying is good practice only in circumstances where you really have no other option.(IMHO)



As I said before, I just couldn't keep up. I did try for a few miles to find a wrecked bike or wagon, but they may have turned off before I did, and I didn't think I could do any more than others who would be at the potential scene of a crash, by backtracking and going up all the other streets in the area.

Yeah, but you're in the minority. Most of the dumbasses in SUV's drive solo or maybe with one other person. Furthermore, despite the supposed commanding view that the SUV provides, those that drive them drive like they don't see a thing, or drive like they own the road. Obviously they don't. There is no problem if you actually use the utility part of your SUV, but maybe SUV drivers should be required to take some kind of extra training so that they learn to share the road. Call it motovehicular sensitivity training.



I used to love SUVs, especially the Nissan Pathfinder circa 1994. But now, I hate them. And more than that, I hate the people who drive like assholes in them. Especially while talking on the goddamn cell phone. I really hope they pass the hands free headset legislation. Especially in California. There are no shortage of punk beeotches out here I would like to pull a Reginald Denny on.



I have yet to see/meet a sensible SUV driver. So in general, to hell with them.

IMO you did the right thing. Three numbers off a plate and a description of the car, even if it's just a color, may very well be enough to nab him. It is the age of computers, i.e. databases and queries. Even if the police pull up 100 vehicles in the LA area with the same three numbers in the plate and same color they can be tracked down fairly easy from that. That being the case, why should you endanger more people by playing cowboy and chasing after someone driving like a bat out of hell (requiring you to drive like a bat out of hell) on busy streets when you already possessed enough information to nab the guy? Plus, the Duc rider has the best chance of catching him and getting a plate number. If he decides to do more than that then he made his second stupid decision of the day.



It's funny how those criticizing you for not doing enough make a knee jerk reaction as opposed to asking you for more details before making an opinion.