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"Roger Zoul" wrote: Get a pic of him acting a fool! Plan for it, since
he's dumb enough to keep doing it.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Make sure he sees you taking pictures. He will start worrying about what
you are going to do with them. Also helpful would be for him to see you
writing down his license number. If your schedule and his are so closely
matched, you might lie in wait and let him see you taking a flash photo of
the front of his car.

If you do get a decent picture of him in his car, the high school principal
might be interested.

Buck said:

That was my mantra this morning. 791 JBT. Why? That is the license
plate of the goofball kid that has taken to harrassing me every
morning. Every. Morning.

It started on Tuesday (Jan 30th). I was riding on the shoulder of a 5
lane highway which is part of my normal commute. When he passed,
someone was yelling out the window at me. When I caught up with the
car at the local high school, there were three boys - one getting out,
another sitting in the front passenger seat, and the driver. The
driver was dropping at least one of the other two off.

The conversation was something like this:
me - don't yell at people when you drive by them.
the boys - we didn't do anything!
me - I heard you when you went by, don't do it again.
the boys - we were just singing along with the radio (doing 50mph with
one window down in 30°F weather)
me - don't do it again.
the boys - yes sir.

On Thursday it was only the driver with the window down and yelling.
He had already made his drop offs and was going the other way by the
time we crossed paths. This morning, it was at a stop sign closer to
work. He didn't spot me in time so he didn't get his window down, but
he did blare his horn at me. I made sure to remember his license plate
this time. 791 JBT. 791 JBT. My new mantra.

-Buck

Call the fuzz..a visit to the little [censored]'s parents might make an
impression on them. I did this very thing in south Boulder with some
little turd driving his momma's Jag.

Quoted message said:

If you do get a decent picture of him in his car, the high school
principal might be interested.

Absolutely true. My brother is a vice principle (which when I went to school
meant "narc"😉 and follows up on similar things all the time. If they're
parking in the school's parking lot, the vp has a *lot* of power.

--Mike Jacoubowsky
Chain Reaction Bicycles
www.ChainReaction.com
Redwood City & Los Altos, CA USA

"Leo Lichtman" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:

"Roger Zoul" wrote: Get a pic of him acting a fool! Plan for it, since
he's dumb enough to keep doing it.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Make sure he sees you taking pictures. He will start worrying about what
you are going to do with them. Also helpful would be for him to see you
writing down his license number. If your schedule and his are so closely
matched, you might lie in wait and let him see you taking a flash photo of
the front of his car.

If you do get a decent picture of him in his car, the high school
principal might be interested.

Roger Zoul said:

Buck wrote:
: That was my mantra this morning. 791 JBT. Why? That is the license
: plate of the goofball kid that has taken to harrassing me every
: morning. Every. Morning.
:
: It started on Tuesday (Jan 30th). I was riding on the shoulder of a 5
: lane highway which is part of my normal commute. When he passed,
: someone was yelling out the window at me. When I caught up with the
: car at the local high school, there were three boys - one getting out,
: another sitting in the front passenger seat, and the driver. The
: driver was dropping at least one of the other two off.
:
: The conversation was something like this:
: me - don't yell at people when you drive by them.
: the boys - we didn't do anything!
: me - I heard you when you went by, don't do it again.
: the boys - we were just singing along with the radio (doing 50mph with
: one window down in 30°F weather)
: me - don't do it again.
: the boys - yes sir.
:
: On Thursday it was only the driver with the window down and yelling.
: He had already made his drop offs and was going the other way by the
: time we crossed paths. This morning, it was at a stop sign closer to
: work. He didn't spot me in time so he didn't get his window down, but
: he did blare his horn at me. I made sure to remember his license plate
: this time. 791 JBT. 791 JBT. My new mantra.
:
: -Buck

Get a pic of him acting a fool! Plan for it, since he's dumb enough to keep
doing it.

Picture Hell, take a cam-corder with a microphone and present it to the
Police while making it clear that they'd better do something.
If they refuse just make it clear that if you get into an accident
because of this kid, that someone you know will be suing them.
That means leaving a copy of his worst behavior with someone else
(family or friend) to take to court on your behalf, assuming a worst
case scenario.
Play hard ball. You can make the police aware that they will be in deep
[censored] if you get killed by or because of this kid. Just don't make it
sound like a threat.
Bill Baka

"Bill Baka" wrote: (clip)Play hard ball. You can make the police aware that
they will be in deep [censored] if you get killed by or because of this kid. Just
don't make it sound like a threat.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"You will be in deep [censored] if I get killed. Oh, and I mean that in the best
possible way."

Leo Lichtman said:

"Bill Baka" wrote: (clip)Play hard ball. You can make the police aware that
they will be in deep [censored] if you get killed by or because of this kid. Just
don't make it sound like a threat.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"You will be in deep [censored] if I get killed. Oh, and I mean that in the best
possible way."

Something like that. I've had to deal with cops that considered me to be
interrupting their donut time and threatened me with arrest. I found a
stash or shopping carts and told a police officer who could care less.
He said it wasn't his problem and that the store would have to complain
first.
I just find that cops are a pain to deal with. They want it all their
way or no way.
Bill Baka

"Bill Baka" wrote: (clip) I just find that cops are a pain to deal with.
They want it all their way or no way.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Bill, are bicyclists all alike? Well, neither are cops.

Leo Lichtman said:

"Bill Baka" wrote: (clip) I just find that cops are a pain to deal with.
They want it all their way or no way.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Bill, are bicyclists all alike? Well, neither are cops.

Agreed.
Bill

Leo Lichtman said:

"Bill Baka" wrote: (clip) I just find that cops are a pain to deal with.
They want it all their way or no way.
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Bill, are bicyclists all alike? Well, neither are cops.

That depends on where you are and which department you are dealing with.
Take Silicon valley, for instance. The sheriffs are good to deal with
but the Santa Clara city cops are flat ass corrupt, and the same goes
for Fremont city cops. I won't drive in Santa Clara (town) for anything,
yet the sheriffs are a pretty good lot. Fremont sets up totally bogus
speed traps and has 2 officers at the phony radar site to back each
other up. I was coming home from the bay area and came around a 20 MPH
construction turn then wham the is a motorcycle cop waving me over. He
said he clocked me at 47 MPH, which was a physical impossibility. When I
asked if he had clocked anyone faster he said he got a Mercedes at 73
MPH. Completely [censored] since coming out of the corner is about 10%
uphill and as soon as I rounded the corner the cop was visible so nobody
would be speeding into a radar gun.
Those are the kind that give good cops a bad name.
Bill Baka

Buck said:

That was my mantra this morning. 791 JBT. Why? That is the license
plate of the goofball kid that has taken to harrassing me every
morning. Every. Morning.

VINDICATION!!!!

Yesterday, the punks passed me on Main street. It was more of an
attempt to scare me off the road. They crowded me to the curb (as
close as they dared) and blared the horn as they passed. They took the
next turn, slowed, then made a show of flipping me off while yelling
and honking. The location was a testament to their stupidity. This all
happened just around the corner from the police station. Guess where I
stopped!

I visited with a nice officer (and her partner) who took the license
plate, a vehicle description, and an accounting of all of the
incidents. Their first action was to run the plates. I was amused to
hear one of the officers say "the plates are expired." Next was a
discussion of the vehicle owner's name. Of course, it is owned by Mom,
but her name is what sparked the discussion - and a call to the
sheriff's office. It turns out that the owner of the car is one of the
sheriff's secretaries. HAH!

The officer asked if I would be willing to let them deal with this one
internally before filing charges. With an officer in my family, I know
what that one means. These kids are about to catch hell. What makes it
worse for them is the potential for embarrassment for the sheriff's
department. Our town paper has a habit of publishing all court
proceedings and if I filed charges, the whole sordid affair would be
in the paper. The officer is keeping everything on file. She told me
that if the kids even look at me funny, giver her a call. Charges will
be filed immediately and everyone will have a heyday in court.

To make matters even worse for the kids, their Mom's best friend is
good friends with my wife. This lady is so close that they kids call
her "Aunt". She has been known to kick their butts when they get in
trouble.

These are the joys of living in a small town. Sometimes it is not be
fun to have everyone know your "business." But sometimes it is.

-Buck

Buck said:

Buck said:

That was my mantra this morning. 791 JBT. Why? That is the license
plate of the goofball kid that has taken to harrassing me every
morning. Every. Morning.

VINDICATION!!!!

Yesterday, the punks passed me on Main street. It was more of an
attempt to scare me off the road. They crowded me to the curb (as
close as they dared) and blared the horn as they passed. They took the
next turn, slowed, then made a show of flipping me off while yelling
and honking. The location was a testament to their stupidity. This all
happened just around the corner from the police station. Guess where I
stopped!

I visited with a nice officer (and her partner) who took the license
plate, a vehicle description, and an accounting of all of the
incidents. Their first action was to run the plates. I was amused to
hear one of the officers say "the plates are expired." Next was a
discussion of the vehicle owner's name. Of course, it is owned by Mom,
but her name is what sparked the discussion - and a call to the
sheriff's office. It turns out that the owner of the car is one of the
sheriff's secretaries. HAH!

The officer asked if I would be willing to let them deal with this one
internally before filing charges. With an officer in my family, I know
what that one means. These kids are about to catch hell. What makes it
worse for them is the potential for embarrassment for the sheriff's
department. Our town paper has a habit of publishing all court
proceedings and if I filed charges, the whole sordid affair would be
in the paper. The officer is keeping everything on file. She told me
that if the kids even look at me funny, giver her a call. Charges will
be filed immediately and everyone will have a heyday in court.

To make matters even worse for the kids, their Mom's best friend is
good friends with my wife. This lady is so close that they kids call
her "Aunt". She has been known to kick their butts when they get in
trouble.

These are the joys of living in a small town. Sometimes it is not be
fun to have everyone know your "business." But sometimes it is.

-Buck

That's too funny! Glad to hear it came aroudn as it should have. I'm
from a small town also, and doing the brass a little favor like that
is generally the best idea. I wouldn't want to be that kid anytime
soon.

Damn right! Way to go.

Buck said:

Buck said:

That was my mantra this morning. 791 JBT. Why? That is the license
plate of the goofball kid that has taken to harrassing me every
morning. Every. Morning.

VINDICATION!!!!

I *DO* love a happy ending!

Mark Hickey
Habanero Cycles
http://www.habcycles.com
Home of the $795 ti frame