Just happened Saturday afternoon almost in front of my house. I was on my way home from work and had just stopped at the carwash to clean off my red Miata. It was wearing it's hardtop but you could still plainly see the roll bar inside. I was stopped on the main street in my area and had to wait for traffic before I could turn left onto my side road. As I turned and headed to my house (four houses down) I saw a woman in her 50s walking a dog on a leash. As I passed her she yelled "slow down!" I instinctively glanced at my speedometer and saw it registering slightly above 20 MPH which is well under the 25 MPH limit on my street.
Normally I'd just brush it off but I was really pissed. I was two freaking houses away from my driveway and there is no way I drive like a jerk in my neighborhood. I pulled into my driveway, backed out and headed back up the street towards her. She heard me coming because she had a look of panic on her face-maybe she thought I was going to run her down or something. Anyway, I stop, put down the window and say I'm sorry but I passed you at 20 MPH which is well under the limit. She ignores me and says that I came flying into the street from the main road. I counter that I was stopped up at the intersection and had to wait for traffic to clear before I could turn so I doubt I was going much more than 10-15 MPH when I entered the side street. Logic be damned, she goes on about how I'm ruining the quality of life in the neighborhood by driving through it. I turn around and point to my house two doors down and told her that I live right there and have never been accused of speeding or driving crazy in the area.
Totally out of points to make she starts calling me an shiny happy person who needs to learn how to drive-blah blah blah. My brain shut down at that point so I told her to have a nice day and I backed up the two houses to my driveway and parked. She stood there and watched me go into my house before continuing to walk her dog. How I stayed calm and civil was beyond me but once I got inside my house I began to get really pissed off.
Instead of stewing about it I called our local police department and told the dispatcher that somebody was walking a dog on my street with out a poopbag visible. I furnished a description and when I looked out the window I could see that the lady had revered courses and was heading back down the street the way she originally came from. About 25 minutes later I had a knock on my door from a nice police officer. He asked if I had filed the complaint about the woman and when I told him yes, he told me that he talked to her and apparently she has been warned in the past about not picking up after her do so he cited her for it. Karma rocks!
The seller took full advantage of the gearing and fart can. When we where about to pull back in to his complex a guy in droopy jeans and a wife beater ran out into the road throwing a E36 M3 fit.
