While I was on my way to grab dinner, a huge pickup with really loud pipes blared past me after swerving around a minivan. During the day, I doubt I would have cared, but it's after 10pm. We have a noise ordinance for stuff like this. It's just not our collective idea of civilized.
So I got the plates, make, and model, and proceeded to call up our police non-emergency line, to offer this guy to them on a platter. At this point, the vehicle must have gotten spooked, as it got all kinds of evasive, such that I had a hard time keeping dispatch informed of which road we were on. Perhaps I should have taken the hint. After a few zig-zag turns, he whips a 180 at a t-intersection, and is facing me. This is tactically unsound, as I could be looking down a gun barrel and not know it. I've not seen in the cab, or the driver, as it's dark out and the windows are all tinted. So I drove past him, toward the t-intersection. At this point, I should have gone left. Or even right. I should have broken contact in some way. But I just whipped a 180, and followed, and he watched me do it. He stopped on the road, and he swerved in front of me to block my forward motion when I attempted to pass him. Now we were both stopped, and I was giving dispatch the play-by-play, when he opened his door, got out, and started yelling at me. This was not where I wanted to be. He came toward my door, still yelling at me, until he was 10 feet away, and about 45deg to my front left. Large fella, and quite the agressive attitude. He wanted to know why I was following him. All I could think of was to say, "SSHH!! I'm on the phone with the police!"
Smart? Maybe not, but in a few seconds he quit yelling at me and drove off. Hopefully, no more excitement for a few weeks








