[/align][/align]Ya, my experience is that the farther East you go in Canada... The crappier it gets. Move to Alberta! [/align]

 

Yea...I love Arizona... I can walk into Wal-Mart with it strapped to my hip in FULL fiew of everyone... and no one bats an eye...... I could never live in aplace with anti-gun laws....

 

Smith and Wesson you say? I have that alarm system in my sock drawer. I also have the remington 12 guage alarm system between my bed and the wall. As for the trucks alarm system, I have an old shovel handle that the head broke off of and I sawed down flat on the top. The handle is wrapped in medical tape as well for grip. The truck is also protected by a Benchmade knife.

With the road rage now, I have been maturing alot. I had some whacko get out of his car at a stop light and start screaming at me for no reason a few weeks ago. the girl friend was with me so I just laughed it off. I'm not going to get into a fight with the girlfriend around over something like that. I don't have some ego problem either so I have no need to fight over things that are childish anymore like I did alotin high school. I have also been stabbed so I learned now to pick my fights wisely. As for the stabbing, I ended up winning that fight though lol. Not as lucky in other situations however.

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Little while back, a nutjob didn't like me letting a little kidcross the street in frontof me, so he laid on the horn and pulled up to me, flipping out like he too forgot his meds. His estimated 20" biceps and lame prison tats concerned me, I tried to reason with him, but he was driving a piece of crap car, looked like he just rolled out of the local watering hole, and his face screamed with hate. It was a residential area, I left quickly, and the moron followed. I got on it a little bit, and he flew up on me. There was no way I was chancing running over a kid, so when he got on my bumper I put in reverse, hung out the window and gave him an ultimatium to either chill, or end up 100 yards down the road embedded in a telephone pole. He stayed there, yapping like the little girl he was, and pulled away slowly. Oh yeah, all the while, I was reaching under my seat periodically. After recallingthat incident probably thirty or so times, I was an A-hole for interacting with him at all. When I saw he was chasing me, I should have dialed 911, gave thedescription Iwas heading, and let the local cops bust him open. Turns out the tough guy just laid out a cop, his ex-girlfriend, and a kid coming out of a pizza place. He had a knife but didn't stab anyone. I was wrong for stopping and lucky as hell this dude was dumberthan me. In the old days, I'd given him a size 10 Timberland enema. These are far from the old days. He's in jail and isn't getting out soon. Dial 911 and then enjoy the show.

 

You forgot the 4th option, smile and wave. Let him be. Let him in his little Jeep hit my truck. He's going to lose faster than I will. Hit me all he likes. My truck weighs twice what his weighs.

 

A empty shot gun rack in the back window, I love The NRA bumper sticker, littel items that make the crazys back off.

I never run from any one, the risk of crashing and killing a inocent person, or getting arested by law inforcement is not worth it.

Carry a pocket knife in a closeed fist, but hit the person with the side of your hand, ie the pocket knife, yes its a cancealed weapon, thie is a worse case event.

Running at high speed was not smart.