so i was just cruising down the i15 going south, just changing lanes to pass up some slow grandpa in his f150, when out of nowhere i see a light reflect off a car's rim that was less than 5 inches away from my car.. some freaking idiot was driving with his god damn lights off and i almost side swiped the mother f***er! i had to swerve back into my lane and he jumped to the right, noticing what just happened he decides to roll down his window and stick half his body out of his car just to stare me down.. some idiot gangster in his POS red honda with walmart decals and no muffler, driving with no headlights on his rice burner. i started laughing and down shifted to speed away as my 4 other friends started screaming because they thought he was going to pull out a gun.. even with the extra 750 pounds (approx. 150 lb a person) and a 3/4 tank of gas, i hear him grabbing gears as he down shifts twice struggling to keep up to my bone stock sxt? we're bobbing and weaving through traffic and he wouldn't slow down so i jumped 4 lanes to dive onto the sahara exit, and finally lost him. with the fear of my car being vandalized, i parked in the biggest parking lot i could find, and then we walked the strip. oh happy day
i just found it humorous that even with all the extra weight in my car, i pulled away from him like i was racing a golf cart in a ferrari..
My grandson signed up to shoot the enemy, "being shot at" in Afghanistan was another part of it 
The only time that I've had a gun pulled on me or was shot at was by caucasians.
