Jeepndel
07-22-2002, 04:04 PM
We're trying to track down and talk to a *Troy* who drives a flattie with his license plate up on his Rubicon type rack. Here's a report of his behavior (to go along with another report I have of him the night before). the language is harsh....
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we organized the 5th annual rubicon scramble, w/ a number of CJ-8s to do the 'con july 12-15. great time, of course, except for the ugly incident that makes me ashamed the bad guys are from nevada. we're coming down big sluice, just before the bridge and all of a sudden i hear all this commotion 3 rigs back. loud cussing, revving motors, and the like. seems "troy" wanted past the cj8 behind me and myself, and he had no patience at all. we pulled over the best we could (not a lot of room here) and he roared on by, cussing up a storm, not treading lightly over virgin dirt, etc. we pass several empty coors lite cans right on the trail. they looked fresh. So we soon pull into the springs and there low and behold is this troy and the red commando buddy , parked right on the damn trail. they're over at the bar, hosted by auburn jeepers. i'm 1st in line and say something like, "hey, who's parked on the trail?" immediately from the bar comes a "fuck you". troy at his best i guess. i gently state it's not good trail etiquette to block the trail and he shouts again "fuck you, go to hell". my wife is now blushing. he then says "move it yourself". the wife pops out to get in, and he then comes trotting over w/ coors lite in hand. i do not court confrontations, but the way he was parked, we could not get around, owing to the metal fence posts. well he sprints over and angrily says we should mind our own business. gets into his jeep and tries to ram me w/ his right front tire. (we are trying to go around to his right side). then he tries to climb over my left front tire with his right front.
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we organized the 5th annual rubicon scramble, w/ a number of CJ-8s to do the 'con july 12-15. great time, of course, except for the ugly incident that makes me ashamed the bad guys are from nevada. we're coming down big sluice, just before the bridge and all of a sudden i hear all this commotion 3 rigs back. loud cussing, revving motors, and the like. seems "troy" wanted past the cj8 behind me and myself, and he had no patience at all. we pulled over the best we could (not a lot of room here) and he roared on by, cussing up a storm, not treading lightly over virgin dirt, etc. we pass several empty coors lite cans right on the trail. they looked fresh. So we soon pull into the springs and there low and behold is this troy and the red commando buddy , parked right on the damn trail. they're over at the bar, hosted by auburn jeepers. i'm 1st in line and say something like, "hey, who's parked on the trail?" immediately from the bar comes a "fuck you". troy at his best i guess. i gently state it's not good trail etiquette to block the trail and he shouts again "fuck you, go to hell". my wife is now blushing. he then says "move it yourself". the wife pops out to get in, and he then comes trotting over w/ coors lite in hand. i do not court confrontations, but the way he was parked, we could not get around, owing to the metal fence posts. well he sprints over and angrily says we should mind our own business. gets into his jeep and tries to ram me w/ his right front tire. (we are trying to go around to his right side). then he tries to climb over my left front tire with his right front.