Carl Spackler wrote:
Ok Clint Eastwood, thanks for clarifying. I used to have a similar attitude-- heavy into martial arts, getting into bar fights regularly and willing to throw down at any sideways glance. Thankfully my views changed, and avoiding conflict didn't bruise my ego. Call it "running away" if it makes you feel better, doesn't bother me. Have a few buddies who ride: an FBI special agent (who was on the FBI SWAT team), a county sheriff, former CHP officer, and guy who did dozens of drug runner interdictions with the DEA while stationed in Keys with Coast Guard. I wouldn't categorize any of them as lacking courage. I also know the last thing any of them would do is pull a weapon on someone jacking their ride.
No you don't. You may ride with them (doubtful), but they aren't your buddies.
"In the world I see you are stalking elk through the damp canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Center. You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. You'll climb the wrist-thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Towers. And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying stripes of venison on the empty car pool lane of some abandoned superhighway." T Durden