Topic: Bummed out.

[70CB750]

couple of times over the years driving dumpstpers ive travelled say 45 mins to a loading dock behind large shopping centres to remove a bin and some turd has parked a car where cars shouldnt #$%*ing be,of course no one knows whos car and they could be hours in the shops so i have to go elsewhere and carry on,but not before grabbing a big clunk of #$%*ty old grease of the trucks lifting mechanism and loading it under the drivers door handle,nyuck nyuck nyuck!

Friend of mine worked as a delivery driver for a small baker in the city.  One day somebody parked in front of the shop in the spot for loading the truck - it was marked clearly as technical zone.  Guys from the bakery smeared his windshield with two pounds of baking grease and enjoyed the show when this guy was trying to leave. 

[70CB750]

Many moons ago, after a promotion at work, I bought myself a nice gift: a 2001 Honda S2000 [2 seat sports car]. It was not new but was in near perfect condition.

After work one day, my wife called and said let's meet at a local restaurant for dinner.  I drove the S2000 there and parked it way in back to avoid anyone parking anyway close to the car.  Went in had had dinner and when I walked back out to my car, a truck had parked next to me and the rear tire was located over the white stripe and very close to my little car.  I thought to myself, what an idiot he was for parking like that and then looked over the passenger side of my car for damage. Sure enough, the idiot let his door swing open and put a fairly good sized ding in the door of my car. I was furious!   Not proud of this, and never told my wife, but I pulled a pocket knife out of my car and stabbed his tire in the sidewall and it immediately went flat.

The dent was on a body line of the door and I thought there was no way it could be easily repaired without painting. A neighbor at the time owned a body shop so I called and inquired about PDR. They scheduled a service call and the young guy came out and after about an hour, had repaired it where it was not noticeable at all. I was pleasantly surprised.

Miss that car...

In some town museum I remember seeing a pair of boots that had a switchblade out front.  The story was that it was used by horse cab drivers to "kick" the tires of other cabs. 

Few times I wished for a boot like that 

[jlh3rd]

August 1977, I was 24 years old. I had been putting myself through college and would be finishing/ graduating in Dec. I also had been paying for my flying lessons over the past few years, so working full time was a must.
And after doing research and calculations, I was purchasing my first brand new car , a 1977 metallic brown Monte Carlo. I was, and still am, proud and protective of my things I worked and sweated for. At the time, this car represented the pinnacle of that.
     So I'm driving to school one morning, late October . I was commuting to Northwestern State University on Tues. and Thurs. , 80 miles from Shv., La. I saw the two deer in the ditch down from the shoulder up ahead, just standing there....eh, cool I thought.
     Until one decided to jump in front of me. Brand new car, 3,000 miles on the odometer, MY new car!
I blew my top, glad I was alone. So p'sd off, I turned back home.
I was lucky, The plastic grill was shattered and the header panel was bent but no damage to the hood,fenders, condenser or radiator. I guess the massive front bumper helped. And the deer didn't go over the hood, just bounced directly forward.
...life...

[Don R]

 My wife's uncle drove a dumpster truck, he found a car parked in his way and went in the store found the owner of it and asked them to move it. They told him to piss off.
 He was close to retirement and decided to end his accident-free driving record that day. He went back out and while maneuvering, his foot slipped off the clutch moving the car out of the way. 

[jlh3rd]

My wife's uncle drove a dumpster truck, he found a car parked in his way and went in the store found the owner of it and asked them to move it. They told him to piss off.
 He was close to retirement and decided to end his accident-free driving record that day. He went back out and while maneuvering, his foot slipped off the clutch moving the car out of the way.

lol...I like that...
There were a few times I kicked the doors of cars that pulled in front of me back then when riding my motorcycle.
mid 1970's...not bragging...just young, bold and applying my interpretation of justice....

[HondaMan]

In 1974 I got up one morning in my 3rd-story apartment and walked out on the balcony to look down where my bike was parked. It was laying flat out on its right side, next to a brand new (paper license plates) dark blue 4-door of some kind halfway in my parking slot on the left side of the bike.

I finished my breakfast and walked out to right the bike to inspect the damage, noting that the right front headlight bezel of this blue vehicle had a small scratch on it where he had hit my 750's Vetter Lowers (left side) to tip it off the sidestand during the night. I didn't think that was testimony enough, so I stood the bike up and somehow the left handlebar grip hit the car's outside right mirror and poked out the center of my Turismo grip (it's still that way) and broke the mirror off its stalk as it also bent the sheet metal inward under the mirror's mount. Then the Vetter creased the blue paint just ahead of the car's door. I had to roll the bike forward 3 feet to clear the car.

Then I got on and rode to work. Never saw that car again.

[grcamna2]

In 1974 I got up one morning in my 3rd-story apartment and walked out on the balcony to look down where my bike was parked. It was laying flat out on its right side, next to a brand new (paper license plates) dark blue 4-door of some kind halfway in my parking slot on the left side of the bike.

I finished my breakfast and walked out to right the bike to inspect the damage, noting that the right front headlight bezel of this blue vehicle had a small scratch on it where he had hit my 750's Vetter Lowers (left side) to tip it off the sidestand during the night. I didn't think that was testimony enough, so I stood the bike up and somehow the left handlebar grip hit the car's outside right mirror and poked out the center of my Turismo grip (it's still that way) and broke the mirror off its stalk as it also bent the sheet metal inward under the mirror's mount. Then the Vetter creased the blue paint just ahead of the car's door. I had to roll the bike forward 3 feet to clear the car.

Then I got on and rode to work. Never saw that car again.

I'm sorry to hear you didn't follow-up with the blue vehicle Mark.

[jlh3rd]

In 1974 I got up one morning in my 3rd-story apartment and walked out on the balcony to look down where my bike was parked. It was laying flat out on its right side, next to a brand new (paper license plates) dark blue 4-door of some kind halfway in my parking slot on the left side of the bike.

I finished my breakfast and walked out to right the bike to inspect the damage, noting that the right front headlight bezel of this blue vehicle had a small scratch on it where he had hit my 750's Vetter Lowers (left side) to tip it off the sidestand during the night. I didn't think that was testimony enough, so I stood the bike up and somehow the left handlebar grip hit the car's outside right mirror and poked out the center of my Turismo grip (it's still that way) and broke the mirror off its stalk as it also bent the sheet metal inward under the mirror's mount. Then the Vetter creased the blue paint just ahead of the car's door. I had to roll the bike forward 3 feet to clear the car.

Then I got on and rode to work. Never saw that car again.

I couldn't have finished my breakfast...😁

[Kevin]

In 1974 I got up one morning in my 3rd-story apartment and walked out on the balcony to look down where my bike was parked. It was laying flat out on its right side, next to a brand new (paper license plates) dark blue 4-door of some kind halfway in my parking slot on the left side of the bike.

I finished my breakfast and walked out to right the bike to inspect the damage, noting that the right front headlight bezel of this blue vehicle had a small scratch on it where he had hit my 750's Vetter Lowers (left side) to tip it off the sidestand during the night. I didn't think that was testimony enough, so I stood the bike up and somehow the left handlebar grip hit the car's outside right mirror and poked out the center of my Turismo grip (it's still that way) and broke the mirror off its stalk as it also bent the sheet metal inward under the mirror's mount. Then the Vetter creased the blue paint just ahead of the car's door. I had to roll the bike forward 3 feet to clear the car.

Then I got on and rode to work. Never saw that car again.

I wish I could keep my cool like you did!



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[HondaMan]

In 1974 I got up one morning in my 3rd-story apartment and walked out on the balcony to look down where my bike was parked. It was laying flat out on its right side, next to a brand new (paper license plates) dark blue 4-door of some kind halfway in my parking slot on the left side of the bike.

I finished my breakfast and walked out to right the bike to inspect the damage, noting that the right front headlight bezel of this blue vehicle had a small scratch on it where he had hit my 750's Vetter Lowers (left side) to tip it off the sidestand during the night. I didn't think that was testimony enough, so I stood the bike up and somehow the left handlebar grip hit the car's outside right mirror and poked out the center of my Turismo grip (it's still that way) and broke the mirror off its stalk as it also bent the sheet metal inward under the mirror's mount. Then the Vetter creased the blue paint just ahead of the car's door. I had to roll the bike forward 3 feet to clear the car.

Then I got on and rode to work. Never saw that car again.

I wish I could keep my cool like you did!



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...that was the hard part, but I didn't know if the owner was nearby...
The fact that there was no further 'action' from the owner told me he/she didn't live in the apartments there. Made me wonder if it was a 'he' or a 'she' who wasn't supposed to have been there? Never can tell...