Any of you in the Carmel Valley/Monterey Area watch out for a psycho in a grey 85 Volvo. This dude is seriously crazy. Anyways, here is my story...
I was in Monterey for the Historics a few weeks ago and on our way to the BMWCCA coral we were driving in the rental car, a brand new Mercury Sable and I'm cruising along on Rt. 1 I think it is at about 65-70, passing cars on the right. I glance up in my mirror and I see this dude RIGHT on my ass flicking me off and s***. I thought it was just someone we knew giving us (Dad, and two girls from Germany) a hard time. So I look back at the road and then look up again and he is still flicking me off, hardcore. So I tell my dad, "Whats this guys problem?" The two girls turn around and then he starts making obscene gestures to them. So now we know this dude is pissed. I decide to play with him some and find a really slow car, 55 and hold steady with him for a bit. THis dude is flashing his lights and shit, so I thought he had had enough and I speed up to let him by. I begin to move right in the right hand lane and he floors it and zooms by us on the right, with me still in the left hand lane. He passes a few cars in the right lane on the exit lane, then swerves back over in the left lane. And just as he is about half-way in, I decide I wanna **** with this dude somemore and block him out of the left lane again. He gets part of his car in the left hand lane then SLAMS on the brakes. He has some serious tiresmoke and we NEARLY have an accident. Now my dad is seriously pissed off. "FOLLOW THIS GUY!" he yells. So I floor and and start tailing him now. We dice through traffic some and by now I think he is a bit mad or scared that we are following him now. Suddenly he makes a sharp right down some back roads just after the sign for the 17 mile drive San Lucas or something like that. Its a sharp 180 up hill into a neighborhood. With my Supreme driving skills
I am RIGHT on his tail, litterally about to touch him. He has the inside right wheel SMOOKING and squeeling like no other. As we go up the road a bit more, I'm a few car lengths back now, and he slams on the brakes again, to get me to hit him I guess. He misses and on it goes into the neighborhood streets. We are making all kinds of scary ass stuff but that Swedish Meatball doesn't have shit on our Mercury, or me, either way
. So after a good 5 minutes I am still on his tail and he comes to a stop at an intersection. I think to myself, I better just follow him somemore, and just as my dad says to pull along side the dude pulls a gun out, and points it out the window. Looked like a rifle of some sort. So then I back off a bit more then before, yet still follow as my dad calls the cops. The girls in the back got the license plate and a cop came later to talk to us and get statements from all of us. Funny thing is the first thing the cop said about the car was, "Was it an 85 volvo?" At the time we didnt know what year it was, but it sounds like this old hag has already been at it before. We pressed charges, and thats all I know as of now. After all its 4 against 1. This dude is going down, but I do thank him for a hell of time. I tell you it couldnt have been more fun chasing some dude down. It was all cool until he pulled out the gun. Then it just got stupid.
Anyways, beware. The guy is in his late 50's to 60's we guess. Drives a grey volvo sedan. Has the older Cali plates, the ones that are blue.
Tom
08-27-2002, 02:45 PM
Mercury Sable vs. 85' Volvo 850 *Story* 
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