when i was about 17, (1970’s) I was awakened one morning by a car parked out front honking its horn constantly, I went out to see what was up and there was a girl driving, a guy about 20 years old jumped out of the car with a baseball bat and came towards me in the swinging position, yelling something about i ran his girlfreinds car off the road on my motorcycle, my bike was parked out front and was a common Honda, I wasted no time rushed at him, grabbed the bat and threw it and totally beat the crap out of him dragged him to the car and loaded him and told him you got the wrong guy and i better never see you again.
You should have said, “And get a new girlfriend. This one isn’t worth getting a beating.”
In my early 20s (early 70s) I was on a 2 lane 30 mpg road. Me on a 350 Honda. Middle of the lane. Right turn signal on. A car blasts past me on the shoulder of the road at around 50 almost creaming me. I followed him up to the next light…planted my right foot on the ground and repeatedly kicked the passenger door with my left, till it dented in. I then popped it into gear and drove off to a cacophony of a horn blowing. F
Mph not mpg.
Lol great story. I’m not a bat guy :-) Any guy coming to me with fists, okay. I see a bat and I lock the front door LOL. And even with fists, I have to remind myself that I am not a twenty-something boxer anymore but a 49 year-old donut eater LOL
Totally badass you are!!