silverlance
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Well, this is going to be embarrassing, but oh what the hell... I've been hearing a lot of guys talk about how they will fight to defend their ladies, so here's my own experience. Please don't let this become a "I woud do this and that" thread, I just want to put my own experience out there and suggest that others not find themselves in it.
When I was 17 I went with my then GF to a pretty much abandoned park, one of those parks built back when the city was much more spread out but then later abandoned as the population moved away and the park got hemmed in and minimally maintained.
I parked the car on the top of the hill at about 8pm overlooking the city lights and proceeded to get into the back seat with her for social purposes.
About a hour later we woke up to the sound of glass breaking. Someone had just broken open a bottle on the trunk of my car. Five or six guys were raising hell behind us, whooping and throwing glass, probably all drunk.
I tell you, you have never felt more helpless than when you are butt naked, your gf is also butt naked, your in the back seat, and there are five drunken louts surrounding you.
I did the only thing I could. I put my finger to my lips, and we stayed REAAAL quiet for a few minutes. There was no way I could have taken all five of them on, although I might have been able to take down one or two. I was completely unarmed. The rain of glass continued for some time, and then one of the guys took a rock and bounced it off my rear windshield. That really got my heart pounding because I thought they were going to break the glass. I got ready to make a mad dash for the front seat and try to hot-drive out of there, but fortunately that toyota's glass held and the rock just bounced off.
What saved us in the end I think was that my windows were heavily tinted. They were either too drunk or not perceptive enough to notice us hunkered down inside. As soon as they had left the car a decent ways I yanked my trousers on, slid into the drivers seat and lit out of there.
We were both real quiet on the way home, I tried to play it off, but it was obvious that things could have gone badly.
From then on I never did the lover's lane thing again, at least not without myself fully dress in the drivers seat, the engine running (lights out), and armed as best as I can here in CA.
The responsibility should always lie with the criminals, but we have to also try our best to avoid trouble and be prepared for it in case it does come a-looking. further, The rule that CCW carriers (and I wish I coudl get one here in los angeles) need to do their damn best to avoid a fight also holds true for avoiding a mugging.
When I was 17 I went with my then GF to a pretty much abandoned park, one of those parks built back when the city was much more spread out but then later abandoned as the population moved away and the park got hemmed in and minimally maintained.
I parked the car on the top of the hill at about 8pm overlooking the city lights and proceeded to get into the back seat with her for social purposes.
About a hour later we woke up to the sound of glass breaking. Someone had just broken open a bottle on the trunk of my car. Five or six guys were raising hell behind us, whooping and throwing glass, probably all drunk.
I tell you, you have never felt more helpless than when you are butt naked, your gf is also butt naked, your in the back seat, and there are five drunken louts surrounding you.
I did the only thing I could. I put my finger to my lips, and we stayed REAAAL quiet for a few minutes. There was no way I could have taken all five of them on, although I might have been able to take down one or two. I was completely unarmed. The rain of glass continued for some time, and then one of the guys took a rock and bounced it off my rear windshield. That really got my heart pounding because I thought they were going to break the glass. I got ready to make a mad dash for the front seat and try to hot-drive out of there, but fortunately that toyota's glass held and the rock just bounced off.
What saved us in the end I think was that my windows were heavily tinted. They were either too drunk or not perceptive enough to notice us hunkered down inside. As soon as they had left the car a decent ways I yanked my trousers on, slid into the drivers seat and lit out of there.
We were both real quiet on the way home, I tried to play it off, but it was obvious that things could have gone badly.
From then on I never did the lover's lane thing again, at least not without myself fully dress in the drivers seat, the engine running (lights out), and armed as best as I can here in CA.
The responsibility should always lie with the criminals, but we have to also try our best to avoid trouble and be prepared for it in case it does come a-looking. further, The rule that CCW carriers (and I wish I coudl get one here in los angeles) need to do their damn best to avoid a fight also holds true for avoiding a mugging.
