LA MIGRA....la Migra
LA MIGRA....la Migra
Tired of Hearing Run Forest wrote:
I think we need to get together on these boards, and finally come up with a comeback to "run forest run". Ten years of hearing this and I still have nothing.
How about "Drive, stupid, Drive . . .
Or yell "watch out!" and see them scramble.
I don't think I've ever lived in an area as bad as the white trash around here. Various things yelled on almost a daily basis, usually incomprehensible and always when they know they won't have to stop and give me a chance to catch up. A good one was when a 300+ lb guy in a rusted out truck stopped at a stop sign yelled "put a f'in shirt on", so as I ran around back his truck I gave it a good thump on the tailgate (about 2 lbs or rust fell off). He threw it in reverse and peeled after me, got out, and yelled "If you ever touch my truck again.." and I cut him off with "What, you're going to sit on me?". Turned out he was a nextdoor business owner who used part of my landlord's property for free, so he showed up at my door (when he knew I wouldn't be there" groveling in apology to my wife to keep from getting himself in trouble.
A couple years back at the same location I got shot in a paintball drive-by. When they came back for a second pass I got a direct hit on the windshield with a big rock, and also a license plate number. The cops wouldn't do anything serious to them but I'm sure they were filling their pants.
Not Forrest wrote:
You could say, "How did you know my name was Forrest?"
"Put some shirts on"
"F*** you, you F***ing track f******"
"Show us your ass" (we replied with, show us yours)
"F*** you"
"Your shoes are untied"
"Run Forrest, Run"
"You guys are F***ing idots"
"Suck my dick"
People like to say the f word to runners, and flip them off, honk, and my favortie...throw stuff. These are some thinks thrown at us:
-Ju-ju-bees
-eggs
-water balloons
-water ballons filled with milk
-taco bell cups
-soda cans
The best is one girl got a big rubber rain boot thrown at her haha.
Then we were shot at with airsoft guns. Chased the car into neighborhood streets. Actually stopped the car and open the doors to pull the kids out, but I knew one of the kids so there was no fight, even though we really wanted to.
Where in the hell do some of you people run??
Yesterday my girlfriend and I were getting in a nice easy shakeout run. We're running along a nice bike path, which is about 20 feet off the main road. In a matter of 2 minutes we got:
"F#ck you" from some fat mexican in a beat up van, so beat up the passenger window must not have worked because he went thru the effort of opening the passenger door as the vehicle was driving away from us to yell at us!
No more than 2 minutes later we got a nice "git er done" by some redneck in a white pick up, followed by a friendly wave!
yeah i get some good jobs and waves and an occasional redneck "nice shorts". anyway ive decided that if someone yells something at me im dropping the pants.
jsquire wrote:
It's always something along the lines of "I'm a stupid moron!" That's not what they say, but we all know what they mean.
Pattern: Always in cars, multiple males, never approaching a stop sign or traffic light. In other words, no chance I can find out how well they fight.
A few times I've gotten some comments from women, and they've never been negative. At my age I'll take it wherever I can get it.
this morning on my bike a car lurched out of an apartment entrance at me like they wanted to hit me. I swerved out into the lane a little and looked at the driver to say, "watch it."
As I get past the car a little bit, the bitch in the passenger seat says, "Use the sidewalk."
I am going about 20 so I stop completely, get off my bike and take off my glasses and start walking back to the car. About 40 feet away I say, "Use WHAT?" Nothing from car. I repeat it and notice that the guy is about 250 pounds and built.
I repeat it again in an angry voice and he says (in a pleasant tone), "We just wanted to say Sorry."
I was really surprised.
A week ago, another college kid in the passenger seat said, "Nice bike shorts!" and they honked at me as they drove up behind me. They were going about 45 and I was going 20 so I followed them to the red light and the kid still had his window down. I don't think he saw me follwing them. I took the tops off of both my bottles (Gatorade inside) and when I got even with the window I dropped them both like water balloons on his lap and all over the seat.
It was funny though, I stood there to see if they would get out of do anything and they both just sat in the car and they didn't even scramble to pick up the bottles or anything. I think they were so surprised that I came after them that they were afraid what I might do next.
I run on a trail that used to be woodsy but is now lame due to sprawl. I run past white trash out in their front yards and they yell shit at me and get their dogs worked up to kill me. I'm embarressed to say this, but I do a good deal of my training on a treadmill now because of this harassment. I wish I had more time to drive to a more secluded area but I don't.
sounds like some of you guys are just really angry people.
benji wrote:
Where in the hell do some of you people run??
Haha I actually live in a real nice city. Its one of those cities that has a real nice and high quality high school, but all the little white kids think they are gangstas(they can do this because there are only like 10 black kids around haha, and they are all cool kids and laugh at the wankstas). It's high income but everyone wants to yell at runners for some reason, espcially all the kids who just got out of school driving their parents car. I have also got...
"Do you want a cigarette"
"Do you want to smoke"
"Do you have a cigarette"
"Wo Wooo"(girls when we are runnig with our shirts off)
After we get 4 or so yells/honks/fingers, we start keeping track. In one 10 mile run(on main streets for about 7, 3miles are out of the way) my record is 15! My friend who took a different route after 6 miles ended up with 13. We really thought it was quite amazing.
"Ritz can still kick your ass"
"you upted the janks on the bird"
OR
"I farted while watching you run"
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Hey Kevin, one happened in your backyard. I was running on Pleasant past either Lenora or Milford, and I saw a car going really fast up towards the stop sign, where the street intersected Pleasant. Well, I figured it was just some jerk, and he would have to stop anyways, so I just kept running, right across the road. He hit the brakes, and possibly yelled something (i can't really remember), so I turned around and smiled, and waved at him. As I continued towards home, they drove by me, swirved across the yellow line to the opposite lane, and threw something at me. Man, I wish I had the sense to pick up a rock or something.
Another happened during a collegiate XC race at Plattsburgh. We were running along a campus road, about 1k~800m from the finish. We crossed one of those parking lots that has those little islands of grass and trees where it meets the road. Well, some dudes who must have been pretty pissed that they had to interrupt thier lives to wait for us started yelling obsenities as we ran by. When they could finally turn out onto the road, they drove along side us, still cursing. Something to the effect of "you f***ing running p*ssies....yadda yadda yadda" Well, I started yelling stuff back about experiences with his mom, him being overweight, etc. Then, the car stopped, (it was about 50m away from where we were running at this point) and he was telling me he was going to kick my ass. Well, I challenged him to meet me at the finish line, where I'm sure my cause would be noted by the fellow compeptitors. He did not take the offer. It's surprising, yelling really did mess up my breathing, but the added adrenaline boost made up for it.
This is crazy....I virtually never have anything yelled at me and I live right between rednecksville and a ghetto area! I've gotten honks and once some teenage girls woo-hoo'ed at me, but not much else. I live in Georgia, too, so I would think there would be alot of bad comments relative to other areas.
Only two things have ever made me mad, and both happened within the last year...
I want to make a disclaimer:
I do not wear super-short running shorts. Most of mine are the in-between length. Not that I think the short, split-thigh shorts are gay, but I just prefer medium-length shorts. I also usually run with my shirt on for the most part, unles sit is really freaking hot.
I am fit, not super-duper skinny, but 6'0'' and 155.
I am 27.
Okay, so now on to my stories...
The other day, I was running past a house in Georgetown and a group of frat/lacrosse guys were out front all sitting in chairs drinking. As I was running by, one of them winged a lacrosse ball at me and it hit the ground in between my feet. He obviously tried to hit me, and I just looked up there and they were all looking at me and laughing. I just kept on running, but it pissed me off b/c am i supposed to go attack a group of oversized idiots? I thought that was such a wuss move on their part.
Also recently on a vacation in Mass., I went on a run with my wife and we ended at the Whole Foods to grab a water and some stuff for dinner. As we were walking home, some jerk off in a car full of guys leans out and yells "We wear short shorts." My wife and I just lauged, but I would be lying if I said it didn't piss me off. Not the comment, but the fact that he said that in a car full of guys.
Once I was out for a ride and someone had the balls to yell, "Triathletes are losers and you're all failed runners!!"
Can you believe the ignorance of some people?
The most original one I ever got was not yelled, but shown. Some group of guys opened a porn mag to a some girls legs spread wide open. I'm not sure if they meant to call my a pussy, or if they just thought I needed a little mid run entertainment. I also had a milkshake thrown at me one time running along a fairly major highway. Coming from a car at 65 or so hurt like a bitch, that one pissed me off.
My college teammate was doing a semester abroad in Cuba, and he was running a workout around a local track alone when a whole girls track team started running there. Every lap, as he went by, they would yell at him, "Tomer el sol," which roughly translates into "get some sun!" He was a pale dude.