Thrown at

I was hit by a plastic bottle again today. This time I got a good look at the car. it was a different car but I'm almost positive it was the same kids because it was the same road and ther arn't that many kids that would do that kind of thing that live in that area. I'm have a friend whos brother is a junior in the high school so he is going to try to find out who it is and when I find out some serious damage is going to happen to them or their car.

I got nailed by someone throwing raw eggs one time, it was a couple of days before the Florida Relays in Gainesville, I was out on a lil shake out run, after flying the whole day. They nailed me right in below my right knee cap, hit like hell, the egg shell kinda cut or scraped me up a lil, I didn't give them the pleasure of knowing that it hurt tho, I just flipped em' off and told them to bring it, they just kept on going... I had to give whoever threw the egg a lil credit tho, becuz they were going at least 45-50 and I was running against traffic and a moving target, they had real good accuracy or were real lucky to hit their intended target, although not probably where they were trying to hit me, they did succeed in at least hitting me, another time in Albuquerque some homeboys did a pellet gun drive by on a small group of us cooling down over by "The Pit" Shane Healy got nailed right in the shoulder by the pellet, I was running on the shoulder of the road and Shane was running on the sidewalk, so I really lucked out cuz the pellet must have just missed hitting me in the head or face, since I was running next to him but he was elevated by the sidewalk... those lil Gangster wannabee's did not slow or turn around either, proving once again just how real chicken shit it is to throw or shoot something at someone while driving by...

I found out who it was through my brother who is in highschool. lets just say their going to be surprised tomarrow morning.

You little runts are always picked on. No one picks on mr chest. Ha ha ha hahahaha.

A friend of mine had a cup of Coke, of course it might have been Pepsi, thrown at him. There was ice in the cup and he was cut somewhat badly. Had the ice struck him a half inch higher it probably would have cost him an eye. He did manage to get a plate number and has prosecuted and it's likely that the guy who threw it will get some probabtion or community service time.

I've had eggs thrown at me, liquor bottles and rocks. I've had drivers deliberately try to run me over. A personal triumph came when a carload of teenagers did this in mid-winter. I held my ground and baled out at the last second, diving over a snow/ice pack at the road's edge. They couldn't turn quickly enough, hit the snow/ice, spun out on the somewhat icy road and got stuck in a snowdrift on the other side. I should have thought to get a plate number. Beating the hell otu of them sounds appealing too, but it may get you into more trouble.

Am I the only one who has never had anything thrown at them while running? I grew up in rural PA, there were some runners around (good ones too), but still really rural. I never had anyone throw anything at me then. I also went to college in a very rural area, never had anything thrown then either (although a teammate did get hit with a golf ball when we were doing a morning run on the golf course).

I've never had something thrown at me where I live now either, but that could have something to do with the fact that I live in a white, upper class suburb with plenty of trails, bike paths and other people out and about.

In fact, it's almost disgusting how nice people are.

Not trying to bust any holes in your holier than thou, rural and urban upper class white crystal clean theory... but it has been my experience with motorists and assholes instigating shit, other than the homeboys(hispanic) who shot the pellet gun, it has always been a white person doing the dirty deed, and for the most part in fairly nice upper middle class white neighborhoods or rural areas, usually teen aged kids driving mommy or daddies car, looking for kicks. In the immortal words of "Homie da Clown" this homie don't play dat shit, I would rather take the chance of getting my ass whooped and at least getting in my licks...than them doing community service for committing a crime that would be looked at as just boys being boys, but in reality is at least attempted manslaughter or assault with a deadly weapon... Again not trying to blow any holes in your theory, cuz assholes come in all shapes, sizes,colors genders and economic backgrounds, this has just been my personal experience...

hey "damn it",

smear vaseline all over their windshield, it's impossible to get off.

-billy dee

Believe me, where I grew up in rural PA was far from well to do. There were plenty of rednecks in huge trucks, and plenty of their asshole kids driving around as well, and plenty of assholes in general driving around.

So I really don't have a theory as to why I don't get stuff thrown at me. I guess I just don't.

Jim Jimmers wrote:

I've never had something thrown at me where I live now either, but that could have something to do with the fact that I live in a white, upper class suburb with plenty of trails, bike paths and other people out and about.

In fact, it's almost disgusting how nice people are.

Most of the stuff that has happened to me has occurred in the very environment that you describe. Part of it comes from the fact that these kids are bored stiff, not getting much attention at home, and they think that they won't get caught or dad will get them out of trouble if they do get caught.

Of course, the parents aren't much better. They walk their dogs, unleashed, through the parks and let them crap all over the place although there are signs saying to clean up after your dog and keep them on a leash.

Surprisingly, my kids haven't been in much trouble. Maybe it's because I've told them that they're on their own if they do something stupid.

Mr. Chest fancies himself to be attractive to the ladies. Alas, the sad truth is that the ladies themselves tell a different tale. According to them, Mr. Chest imparts the first impression of a fly-covered, dumpster-dwelling panhandler, his unkempt hair serves as both food and shelter for numerous small, nocturnal mammals, he seemingly lacks normal voluntary control of most bodily functions, hairs the size of toothpicks protrude awkwardly from his mucus-encrusted nostrils, his breath routinely attracts buzzards, and a noxious substance resembling motor oil in both color and viscosity oozes freely from the rolls of lipid flesh which comprise his belly, back, and buttocks.

Then there's his dingus. No woman's description of Mr. Chest's physical repulsiveness would be complete without reference to his record-breakingly puny dingus. In its proudest state, this object is reminiscent of one of those miniature Tootsie Rolls that come in bagfuls of 100, except under no circumstances can it manage to achieve the same degree of rigidity. It obviously has no sexual function whatsoever and, much like the vermiform appendix, its very existence is indeed puzzling.

In short, the consensus among women everywhere is that Mr. Chest has all the sex appeal of 500 lbs. of prunes explosively and loudly blasting their way out of an incontinent hippo's digestive system.

Why, why, why do you guys respond to Mr Chest? I just know you are all capable of skimming right past any post from him/her (could be a her).

I run very early and the only thing that has even come close to hitting me is a newpaper from the paper boy. We are now familiar with each other and that doesn't happen anymore.

I find that most low-life types don't like to get up at 5AM. Don't want shit thrown at you? Run with the bad guys are sleeping it off.

mr chest is 100% man. The man all of you runt runners dream of becoming. Dream on puny little runts, because some goals are just unattainable. Ha ha ha hahahaha.

Rather than taunt Mr. Titties anymore, here's some advice concerning the actual topic of the thread:

1.) Revenge is a dish best served COLD. Just beating the crap out of somebody on the spot might get you in trouble with the law (or you might risk getting a gun pulled on you). Wait a few weeks or even months to get back at the bastards. That way, the poor f*#%ers won't have a clue who did it, although you could leave a hint (see no. 3). If they do figure out who got them, they'll realize that you're one cold, calculating mofo that they don't want to mess with. Ideally, they'll suspect that it MIGHT have been you, but they'll never quite be sure enough to warrant doing anything about it.

2.) The more intricate your revenge plot is, the more satisfying it will be if you pull it off. But there's also a greater likelihood of getting caught. Go out of town if possible to acquire any materials you plan to use and don't leave a paper trail. Obviously make sure you don't leave fingerprints and are not seen.

3.) A good act of revenge fits (with appropriate irony) the ORIGINAL act against you and also "escalates the conflict" a notch or so (i.e., don't just get even; get ahead). For example, if someone threw a Coke can at you, you could get their plate number and track them down (there are several means of doing this without having to go through the cops or private investigators) and have several buddies help you hurl a steel oil drum filled with cement and painted to look EXACTLY LIKE A COKE CAN through their front windshield at 3:00 A.M. If you have the time, you can also dump a couple of bucketfuls of Coke through the hole in the windshield and into the front seat.

Mr. Chest, you should tell the message board how manly you were feeling yesterday when I pummeled the snot out of you, then shit on your face!

Dirty, clean up your act and stop responding to Mr Chest. Now.

Wow, 63 posts on this thread and only 19 actual 'thrown at' incidents. I'm a little ashamed that I don't have much to add either in light of the number of miles run career/vs objects thrown my way. Somebody hit me w/something once and I can't remember when, what it was and what I did. That was while running...but cycling, now, that's another story.

While measuring a course once, had a guy open his car door on me which I smacked and did a cartwheel off the bike, tapped the top of my helmet and somersaulted on the pavement.

Struck a dog while going 20 mph, flipped off the bike and landed on my back on the cement road. Cracked my 'brain bucket' down the side.

Have crashed into scaffolding, barricades, another bike and the back of a car bumper (while it was parked). My fault each time.

Then there was the kid that squirted his water gun in my face while passing by and...at first was angry but I relaxed since it was summer and the water cooled me off.

The worst thing I've faced are male drivers. Nine times in 10, if a car passes too close, honks or otherwise is a nuisance, it's a man. This is not a good thing because there are more than a few male drivers in the world approaching from behind and I can never be sure who's having a good day or not.

Does Mr Chest wear spankies?

Dirty Dan wrote:

Mr. Chest, you should tell the message board how manly you were feeling yesterday when I pummeled the snot out of you, then shit on your face!

Can't stop dreaming of mr chest I see. It's understandable why you idolize mr chest. No one will ever dream or idolize a puny little runt like you. Ha ha ha hahahaha.