agentf1
Enthusiast
I was the victim of a Viper hate crime the other night. Actually it was a few weeks ago, it was the first Friday of the month and I was on my way to the local cruise night. I was coming up to a weird intersection in my neighborhood where you have to make a right then a left to follow the road straight. Traffic seemed to be backed up for at least a mile or two in each direction and was creeping very slow. I make the right and then the quick left when it was my turn and I am following behind the guy in front of me who like everybody was going VERY slow creeping along. I was actually going so slow I had to keep clutching it to prevent the car from surging like the Vipers do when you try to go too slow. Once I made the turn I see a few guys with flares guiding traffic and warning everybody that there was an accident up the road. As we are creeping along as I am approaching the first guy with the flare and I get up to him he starts freaking out and waving his flares and yelling “slow down”. I am thinking, what is wrong with this guy, I cannot go any slower and I am following the guy in front of me and the guy behind me is on my bumper. We are obviously all in bumper to bumper traffic. I probably had a weird look on my face since I had no idea why or what he was doing and even looked at him and raised my hand as if to say, what the @#$ are you talking about. Then it dawns on me, I wonder if he is trying to shake the **** from his flare at me and thought I should probably pull over and check but it was a country road and there was no place to pull over and traffic was backed up in all directions. I also think, nahhh, nobody could be that screwed up but he did get all spastic when I got next to him and I was going the same speed as everybody else. I went about another ½ block and the State Police and an ambulance was at the scene of an accident. I am guessing this clown was either a volunteer fire man or an EMT both of who I usually respect. At least up until this incident. Well when I get to the cruise night I check my passenger door and sure as hell there was flare **** stuck to my clear coat, baked on. I tried to pick a piece off and it was stuck on pretty good and left a tiny scratch where I picked it. So I got some QD out and soaked the other few spots (5 in total) and they came off a little easier but they all left marks in the cc. Needless to say I was pissed and if I thought they would still be there I would have went back and talked to the Statey about it. Luckily I was able to buff them out with my orbital so they must not have been too deep. The more I thought about this the only conclusion I could come up with why somebody would do this is out of jealousy. I have always heard similar stories on here and always hoped that it would never happen to me but unfortunately it finally has. It never ceases to amaze me how many morons there are out there.