tailgaters - 986 Forum - The Community for Porsche Boxster & Cayman Owners

milliemax · 05-06-2012, 03:40 AM

Every time I take the Porsche for a drive there is one or two jerk drivers that just have to get on my rear bumper. It seems like they want to "try me". Does this happen to any of you ? Is it because of the color ? When I have had enough I leave them in the dust.

Ghostrider 310 · 05-06-2012, 03:44 AM

It happens, the only time I give into the temptation to "create space" is either when the road gets twisty or on an off ramp. Otherwise, I take my police cousin's playbook and slow down even more and drive leisurely, they don't like that. To your point though, I have seen rusted corsicas pushing it as hard as the car can go to try to either see the car or race it.

BoxsterSteve · 05-06-2012, 05:00 AM

Yeah, I think it's a "fast car" thing. Young guys in their [insert brand here] want to either burn the paint off your back bumper or pace you, hoping you want to "go".

I just slow down or turn off and take another road. It's not worth the demerit points or potential loss of life & property racing a total twit on the street. That's what the track and dragstrip are for.

bar10dah · 05-06-2012, 05:38 AM

+1 for slowing down. I do that more often than not.

Johnny Danger · 05-06-2012, 05:48 AM

I just pop the trunk and let my "passengers" take care of things.

Beelzy · 05-06-2012, 05:56 AM

LOL! The ONLY time anyone is even close to my bumper is when I have the misfortune of being stuck at a stoplight....and when that light turns green, I'm gone!

bar10dah · 05-06-2012, 06:22 AM

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Originally Posted by Beelzy

LOL! The ONLY time anyone is even close to my bumper is when I have the misfortune of being stuck at a stoplight....and when that light turns green, I'm gone!

See, and that's why I slow down.

People tailgate to try to get you to go faster. Although I do like to pull through all the gears rather quickly, it's much more satisfying to meander along so the tailgating driver knows their tactics don't work on everyone.

But... there's just something also very satisfying when you leave someone in the dust...

bar10dah · 05-06-2012, 06:17 AM

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Originally Posted by Johnny Danger

I just pop the trunk and let my "passengers" take care of things.

How funny! I need me a Chim Chim.

When I think about passengers in the trunk, I always think of the trunk money.

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Snowman · 05-06-2012, 06:28 AM

I would say I'm either tailed or paced at least once every other day. Usually by someone in one of the current American muscle cars wanting to get me to race them. I just ignore them. They can think whatever they want to think about why I didn't take the bait.

Spidey · 06-24-2012, 06:02 PM

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Originally Posted by Snowman

I would say I'm either tailed or paced at least once every other day. Usually by someone in one of the current American muscle cars wanting to get me to race them. I just ignore them. They can think whatever they want to think about why I didn't take the bait.

Funny! All I get are minivans, SUV's, and the occasional "Corolla" types trying to hang with me.

Snowman · 05-06-2012, 06:34 AM

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Originally Posted by Johnny Danger

I just pop the trunk and let my "passengers" take care of things.

Were you on your way to see Yvonne Von Vondervon?

That's right - fellow nerd. ;-)

Johnny Danger · 05-06-2012, 12:44 PM

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Originally Posted by Snowman

Were you on your way to see Yvonne Von Vondervon?

That's right - fellow nerd. ;-)

Trixie would kill me !

particlewave · 05-06-2012, 07:17 AM

Every...single...day.

I like the slow down method. Really seems to tick them off.

ChrisZang · 05-06-2012, 07:27 AM

must be a Southern (NASCAR) thing, never happens to me

Kenny Boxster · 05-06-2012, 07:30 AM

+1 On stangs tailgating. I wired my fog lights to act as faux brake lights so others back off.

Snowman · 05-06-2012, 05:27 PM

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Originally Posted by Kenny Boxster

+1 On stangs tailgating.

Absolutely, no two ways about it - Mustangs are the worst. Same thing when I'm on my Speed Triple. Every Mustang wants to see how fast you are and they think nothing of tailgating a motorcycle. I can't count how many times they've been dangerously close, at speed. ****s. Not just the new ones either. Just about any model from 2000 to current.

jotoole · 05-07-2012, 12:53 PM

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Originally Posted by Snowman

Absolutely, no two ways about it - Mustangs are the worst. Same thing when I'm on my Speed Triple. Every Mustang wants to see how fast you are and they think nothing of tailgating a motorcycle. I can't count how many times they've been dangerously close, at speed. ****s. Not just the new ones either. Just about any model from 2000 to current.

No excuse for tailgating a motorcycle, that's just not right.

grubinski · 05-07-2012, 06:40 AM

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Originally Posted by Kenny Boxster

+1 On stangs tailgating. I wired my fog lights to act as faux brake lights so others back off.

I haven't had very good luck with brake lights or slowing down. But swerving back and forth suddenly makes them back off 95% of the time. They don't want to be too close behind a crazy driver.

particlewave · 05-06-2012, 11:06 AM

That's a great idea! Now I have a project for tomorrow.

Ghostrider 310 · 06-06-2012, 01:45 AM

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Originally Posted by easy web

You should slow down to 10 miles below the speed limit to allow them to pass. As they are beside your car, apply your brakes so they can pass you without making eye/facial contact. If they continue to harass you, call 911 on your cell phone. If it is possible, Report their vehicle make, model, color, driver description, passenger description and license plate, to police.

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Where I live that advise will get you another car in your trunk, as for call 911?? Maybe you need to go back to good Ol' pointless, not related to the thread spamming, go with your strengths young man. If every crazy road incident was phoned to 911 you would need to double the capacity of the system.