Last weekend my son and daughter in-law came up from Ft. Meyers to celebrate my birthday with me. He loves my FJR, And being that I kept my 1800 Wing, we always spend Saturday riding. Me on the Wing, the wife on her Magna, and Jesse and Monica on my FJR.
After a full day of riding, as we were headed home, some fool in a Lincoln Towncar comes roaring up behind my son, tailgates him big time. When this ***** sees no on coming traffic he whips out, passes my son and whips back in inbetween my son and the wife on the Magna. Now she's being tailgated. Again, as soon as he see's a little daylight, he's out and passing and pulls back in behind me. Now I'm getting the treatment. Finally he passes me and continues to weave his way down the road (two lane road at night mind you). As he passes the car in front of me, there goes the FJ after him. Oh ****, here we go. The son is a former cop with a bad temper. I go after the FJ. We finally get to a traffic light, I pull up alongside and tell Lincoln man to pull over. He slams on the brakes and I shoot past him. My son pulls up behind him. He jumps out of his car and confronts my son with arms flailing and profanity. The son is pretty pissed and is loaded for bear. By the time I get off of the Wing and get over to where the action is, they are squared off. I walk up and start my rant. He squares off with me and starts yelling profanities at me. Then he starts with " Well, you got me pulled, over what are you gonna do now *******". That's when I put one on the side of his head. He fell back against his car and was fumbling to get his glasses back on. Took some of the steam out of him. After more hollering at each other I Told him he'd better get back in his car and go before he got the **** kicked out of him, which he did with much screaming and yelling. This is a two lane road and he stopped right in the middle of it so we now have about a half dozen cars held up that can't get by. The daughter inlaw is very upset and is crying. She's a dispatcher for a Police department in south Florida. She is telling us that she handles calls like this all the time and that she knows how long it takes for the cops to get to a scene like this. As I walk back to my bike, a guy in a Dodge pickup is on the cell phone. It's time to go! As we're heading down the road towards the house, there goes the cop, hammer down, lights flashing in the opposite direction. When we got home, the wife was already there waiting for us. Told her the story, she wasn't happy. Should have beaten his *** unconscious.
Bananas!