Kicking out a taillight is dumb. Any acts of agression against other drivers is dumb. I don’t make a habit of it, but here’s my story.
Me and two friends were out on a Sunday morning in a suburban area. The road has three lanes in either direction with strip malls and an assorted gazillion driveways from all of the parking lots. We were toodling along in the right hand lane about 45 mph and the guy in the car made a right hand turn onto the street in front of us. There was enough space for me and the two behind me to break hard and avoid him. I gave a toot of my horn as a way of saying watch where the hell you are going. It wasn’t a long blast, there were no and or finger gestures or any other threatening actions.
Us three bikes moved to the center lane and the car was in the right lane. Traffic was pretty light and we were all going up to speed about 45 mph. He was about two or three car lengths ahead of us. Then buttfuck did the most vengeful thing I’ve ever encountered, he swerved into our lane and stood on his brakes locking up his tires. This was after a few minutes from when I tooted my horn at him to alert him of my presence. This was a deliberate contemplated move on his part after several moments of contemplation.
WTF? there was no traffic about, no obstructions, he was trying to have me smash into the back of his car. In a split second I looked to my left and went into that lane hard on my brakes to stay behind buttfuckhead. He stomped on the gas and took off. I caught up to him and kicked in a taillight.
Last week on my way home from work, I was driving down a stretch of two-lane road that happens to have a passing zone. The speed limit on this particular stretch is 50 mph, but as is the custom, traffic (including me) was moving at close to 60 mph. Behind me, there were 3 motorcycles. Two had driver and passenger, one just had driver. Upon reaching the passing zone, one of the drivers decided to pass me. He swung his bike out from behind my car, into the oncoming lane, and apparently only then did he notice the car approaching. I had to swerve to the right, and the car in the oncoming lane also swerved right, as this ass clown swung his motorcycle back into my lane. It’s a rather good thing I hit the brakes fairly hard too, since his re-entry into the proper lane was very close to my car and involved him slowing down considerably.
The guy almost became a road pizza, and so did his half-naked lady friend. At the very next passing zone, the other two bikes passed me. Not one of them was wearing a helmet, which legally they don’t have to, but they all pulled risky passing moves with oncoming traffic approaching (though the second time not nearly as close), and then spent 6 miles hugging the double-yellow lines so closely that they were at times hitting the rumble strip in the middle of the road. They all had loud-ass pipes, and they all turned into the same parking lot - a bar where bikers notoriously start the evening off drinking before cruising to another bar.
I can only guess that they shared with their biker friends the tale of outrage at the stupid cager who almost hit them. Dumb fucks. They give bikers a bad name.