I was about to start working on a Western Star when I noticed a slight bend in the lower part of a "cow catcher" bumper. (Also go by the name of "bambi killers" or Aliarc Bumpers)

I ask the driver what he hit to bend the tubing. He said "A big friggin MOOSE!"

Now, if all this truck got was an ever so slight bend in the lower tubing of his huge bumper, and killed the moose leaving blood everywhere, what would it do to a moron driving stupidly?

 

Funny you should mention what a cow catcher would do to a moron driver... I have one sitting in my garage for my truck I want to put knife blade type of thing comming out from the front, I know I probably shouldnt and probably wont but man it sure is a tempting thought for those drivers

 

some people are like that, not just to semis. The other day i was in the left hand lane on a busy highway, my exit was coming up. There was a full size dodge pickup right next to me on the righ, and a small hole in front of him to get in. So i floored it and tried to get in, so he floors it too. Ok...now theres a hole behind him, so i slow down to get in it, he slows down too.

Like wtf? I dont particualrly care where i get into this lane, i just want in, i dont see how this has to become a macho contest.

So ok, i think, if this guy wants to play games we can play. I floor it, he does too, i suddenly powerbrake it, slam hard to the right (i even heard my front sway bar groan) and get about 6 inches in behind him.

So...i'm pissed off that i had to do something that crazy to get in just because this guy wants to goof around. So i start thinking...i'm not on a fixed schedule, i'm going to follow this freaking guy and have a word. I begin to notice this guy has a bout a thousand macho stickers all over his dodge, "bad azz", "4x4", that sort of thing all over this pickup. Even a huge "Extreme" sticker that covers the entire rear window, making me wonder how he can see.

So this guy pulls into a book store, and i get out to talk to him. I can tell he knows its me, and that i might want a word, he kind of sheepishly leaves his truck and darts towards the store. He was a little guy, looked like some kind of web designer. I shouted that he didnt mind almost killing me, but he's running from me now. He turns at me and says "i'm sorry i dont know what you mean?" and turns and just runs into this store. I think "yeah you dont know what i mean...but you knew it was you that i was yelling at".