71Commander
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I got onto a accident this morning. I was in the center lane and a disabled van was in the left lane. A car, traveling in the left lane, in order to avoid stopping for the van, swerved into the center lane, cutting me off. I avoided him but let him have it with my horn. After passing the van, opening up the left hand lane, I moved left. This idiot then moved left and slammed on his brakes. I ass ended him. Damage was minimal.
I was packing.
The driver then gets out of the car yelling. He wanted to know why I didn't want to let him in. I informed him that a signal is an intent not a right. He continued to scream. I just called the police and sat in my truck. Upon the arrival of the police, I asked to speak with one in private. This ??????? tries to butt into my private conversation. The officer told him to get into his car and sit there. I then informed the officer that I was carrying a legally licensed firearm. He asked for my drivers license and CCW.
I am not exactly your clean cut, middle class, surburban dweller. I have hair that is halfway down my back. A full beard and dress like a biker.
The officer then gives me a form to explain my version of the incident after I verbalized my version. The driver of the car was told to do the same. After reading my version and his version, the police came up to me, handed me my papers and told me I was free to go. You gotta remember that I ass ended him. I got outta Dodge.
My first incident with the police while packing and it went better than I could have ever imagined.
I was packing.
The driver then gets out of the car yelling. He wanted to know why I didn't want to let him in. I informed him that a signal is an intent not a right. He continued to scream. I just called the police and sat in my truck. Upon the arrival of the police, I asked to speak with one in private. This ??????? tries to butt into my private conversation. The officer told him to get into his car and sit there. I then informed the officer that I was carrying a legally licensed firearm. He asked for my drivers license and CCW.
I am not exactly your clean cut, middle class, surburban dweller. I have hair that is halfway down my back. A full beard and dress like a biker.
The officer then gives me a form to explain my version of the incident after I verbalized my version. The driver of the car was told to do the same. After reading my version and his version, the police came up to me, handed me my papers and told me I was free to go. You gotta remember that I ass ended him. I got outta Dodge.
My first incident with the police while packing and it went better than I could have ever imagined.