Thrown at

What about getting a plate number or following them home, make parent(s)aware of the situation including having the bottle in hand. Then in no uncertain terms, make sure the kid and parent(s) are aware of how lucky the kid is that you handled things this way rather than beat the kid within an inch of his life as you would like to have done and others may have done.

You should have beat the hell out of them...

I had a car drive by and pelt me with rocks once. That kind of hurt. Of course people yell stuff all the time. One time a guy called me a fag, not realizing he was on a high traffic road. I chased after the car, picked up a stick while running (covenient), caught up to him at a traffic light, and started to swing the stick at his car window, when he apologized. I felt like scaring him was enough so I dropped the stick and ran away. Probably my greatest moment as a runner... its been a rough career

Big: You have a lot of rage and anger...I like that.

One time a dude almost hit me with has car so I just gave him the finger. He proceeded to chase ME with his car for like half a mile then pulled beside me and told me that if I ever gave him the finger again, he would break off said finger and shove it up my ass (i guess it took him 1/2 a second to forget that he almost killed me). I just stared at him, because he was just some old white trash piece of shit and the effort of arguing with him would get me nowhere.

Another time some guy threw something at me and another guy while we were on a run. That just served to piss off my running partner and he subsequently decided to hammer me into the ground for the rest of the run. How fair is that???

One time a guy flipped me off. Then I killed him just to watch him die.

Some punks threw a rock at me from a moving car and hit me in the quad. My leg immediately bruised and I got a big welt in a matter of seconds. There was no way I could run home, so I stopped at the nearest house and called the cops. The car was going too fast to catch a license plate, but these morons had also harassed a pedestrian nearby and the cops were already trying to find them. Eventually, the cops tracked the car down and I got to look in to identify the kid who threw the rock. He wore those little round wire-framed glasses, I'll never forget. Anyway, I couldn't run for 2 weeks and the kids were dragged before some juvenile court and I got to go and make a statement. I think I said something like, "If they had hit me 3 inches lower, it would have shattered my kneecap. And, well, that would have been very bad." The judge was pretty pissed cause the kid who threw the rock had been in trouble before. Anyway, I think he had to do community service or something.

Man I have had about everything thrown at me before from full coke bottles to glass bottles to rocks to books I normally just let it go since people are bad aims

I was hit in the back with a bottle of coke once while I was in North Carolina. Not a pleasant feeling. The rednecks peeled off like they were hot shit in there shitty late 80's hoda civic. What's wrong with these people? No home training is my bet.

As for getting back at people...one time this woman almost hit me pulling out of a side street, so I flicked her off. When she passed me she laid on her horn as if I was the bad guy, so when I saw her stopped at a stop light a little ways ahead I sprinted up to her car, pulled down my shorts and pressed my cheeks all up on her window. I'm sure I left some sweatty ham prints on the glass.

Me and this 40yr old ex-marine were running one time when two young dudes in a car rolled by and said some things. We approached them and cursed as they drove off. We follow them and they eventually pass us turn around and come flying down a hill toward us. They attempt to fling a milkshake at us. What the don't know is that both of us come bearing glass bottles which be sling at their car, smashing their hood. They drive off, apparently taken aback by our hostility...:)

I've had snowballs, beer cans, cars, and other things thrown in my path. The are usually met with a cold stare, a few curse words and perhaps a pointless chase.

Alan

I too have taken the aggressive approach as many have described. I offered advice to handle it a little more orderly. I live just north of Columbus Ohio and read a year or two ago that two kids (17 years old) yelled and swerved at a 50 year old guy. He threw a paper cup in the direction of the speeding car and yelled back. They beat him and nearly killed him. I'm not saying that many of us couldn't take care of ourselves, but you never know what you are getting into. Guns? Weapons? Who knows, but it is not worth the risk to get an adrenaline/testosterone rush for such small rewards of beating down someone that will learn nothing from the ass kicking.

"one time a guy flipped me off. Then I killed him just to watch hime die."

Damn, sounds like a person of my own kind! I, like many others, aspire to kill some fat non-running bastard... they come at us in cars bearing middle fingers and fat lazy asses, come on, of course they deserve to die. i've figured it out anyway...these pathetic suckas realize just how worthless they are when they see us taking the initiative to accomplish something, and they don't like it. so they throw something, or (best case scenario) flip up a terribly fat-folded middle finger. of course if these terribly bright people persist in their moronity i'm going to get me one. really it's only a matter of time. eheheh.

The first rule of Runners Revolt Club: Never talk about Runners Revolt Club.

The second rule of Runners Revolt Club: Never talk about Runners Revolt Club.

With that out of the way...one time, at band camp, I was doing a hard seven-miler around the lake when my counselor, who was kind of a perv, went roaring by in his convertible. He didn't know the runner he was watching was one of his charges because I was dressed in full scuba gear. Anyway, the guy pulled alongside, stood up in the driver's seat, and I looked over to see him buck naked except for a Kermit the Frog puppet covering his meatpole. He cackled and threw a lit cigar at me. I caught it in my teeth, leaped into the car, and before he could even react, whipped off the puppet and using the stogie (a Swisher Sweet, as I recall) burned my initials into the tender meat of his glans penis. As he howled in agony, teeth bared and grimacing up at the heavens, I speared him in the ass with my harpoon, jumped out, and continued along as the out-of-control convertible soared into a tree and burst into flames. All throughout I never dropped below 5:30 pace.

Taught that bastard a lesson he never forgot!

When did you become an angry homophobe? If you aren't, then why did you get mad when someone suggested you were gay? Idiot.

Shut up you homo.

Why don't you people find some trails or if you love pavement a paved bike path somewhere?

I've had a few things said to me, and once a car full of youths kept going around the block to swerve at me and I hid behind a bush and then ran after them and yelled their license plate back to them and said "you're busted". I called the police and they went to the kid's house, and according to the police officer the father was going to "beat that kid to within an inch of his life."

But, if I had had as many things thrown at me like some of you have said, I'd find a place with no cars.

i was runnin with my high school runnin buddy in our hometown and some slack-jawed yokel threw a beer can and hit me center mass (the ironic part was the can was a coors, ie "silver bullet"). damn thing dowsed me in beer. had a pretty good size welt on my chest for a while. couldn't get the license plate, but did report it to the police. the cops really didn't care

another time i was runnin with a few guys and a bunch of rich yuppie kids drivin their mommys' landcruiser pelted us with a fist full of pennies. that really hurt. the only thing i could do was find a stick and throw it back. . .

Smash their headlights if you can. Thats expensive and can cause them some trouble too. Kick their ass if they et out of the car.

I throw stuff at puny little runners all of the time. Funny as hell to watch their eyes bulge out of their head when I jump out of my car after they yell at me. I usually beat the hell out of the. Once, I threw one in my trunk, drove him 30 miles out in the country and told him it was time to get his long run in. He begged me to drive him back since he was only a miler and couldn't run that far. I told him to stop his damn whining, that long runs will toughen him up.

I used to see that little runt on the road all of the time. I haven't seen him since that little incident. Ha ha hahaha.

I couldn't get to them because the stop sign ahead of them was about 300m away and I was running in the opposite direction. I would have never caught up to them. But I live in a smaller town compared to most places so if I see them again I think I will take your advice and beat the hell out of them or slash their tires if their not around.

Mr. chest you are an idiot. You think you're a bad ass but realy your not. I'd like to see you get in a fight with some one in the special forces. You would get your pathetic out of shape ass beat. SF guy's are bad ass and they run all the time to stay in great shape. they may even run more than some college runners.