Archer1440
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I was having a conversation about "close calls" with some friends today and thought it might be interesting to share some stories.
Here's mine. Didn't quite see the elephant, but this was close enough for me.
Heading into Tijuana with an engineering assistant to calibrate a new piece of equipment at my company's San Diego division Maquila plant.
Crossed the Otay Mesa crossing in an unmarked company car. About 2 klicks into TJ, we're stuck at a light, three lanes of traffic trying to become one-and-a half.
I immediately (thanks Jeff Cooper) notice an odd looking car to my right. In the vehicle, a black late model and very clean Honda Accord, are four burly mustachioed men in black t-shirts.
They look agitated. They begin laying on the horn.
Then the driver DRAWS A GLOCK (model unknown but a full-sized one) and starts waving it out the window, naturally crossing me and my assistant.
I immediately formed a plan to get clear of the situation by reversing into the nose of the car to my left and forcing us out of the easiest line of fire.
Then the light turned green. Driver fires two rounds into the air finally getting attention of the oblivious driver in front. Said driver panics and stalls his car. Traffic around me freezes. My passenger hits the floor.
The carload of what I was later told were probably corrupt Mexican Federal cops immediately swerved around the stalled car, and took off at a high rate of speed.
The clincher: NEBRASKA plates. (stolen car of course).
Observations- I surprisingly had no fear, just cold calculation as to what I was going to do. It was almost a little bit exhilerating.
My passenger lost his lunch.
I was somewhat ticked off at getting into in that situation in the first place, but felt reassured in that I was in a proper state of Yellow, identified the problem, planned several ways to deal with it, and was ready and able to implement the most obvious of those.
Ironically, on the way back, we saw another group of brown-uniformed Tijuana cops doing their best to break their batons on some poor bastard they had down on the sidewalk.
Interesting place at times.
Here's mine. Didn't quite see the elephant, but this was close enough for me.
Heading into Tijuana with an engineering assistant to calibrate a new piece of equipment at my company's San Diego division Maquila plant.
Crossed the Otay Mesa crossing in an unmarked company car. About 2 klicks into TJ, we're stuck at a light, three lanes of traffic trying to become one-and-a half.
I immediately (thanks Jeff Cooper) notice an odd looking car to my right. In the vehicle, a black late model and very clean Honda Accord, are four burly mustachioed men in black t-shirts.
They look agitated. They begin laying on the horn.
Then the driver DRAWS A GLOCK (model unknown but a full-sized one) and starts waving it out the window, naturally crossing me and my assistant.
I immediately formed a plan to get clear of the situation by reversing into the nose of the car to my left and forcing us out of the easiest line of fire.
Then the light turned green. Driver fires two rounds into the air finally getting attention of the oblivious driver in front. Said driver panics and stalls his car. Traffic around me freezes. My passenger hits the floor.
The carload of what I was later told were probably corrupt Mexican Federal cops immediately swerved around the stalled car, and took off at a high rate of speed.
The clincher: NEBRASKA plates. (stolen car of course).
Observations- I surprisingly had no fear, just cold calculation as to what I was going to do. It was almost a little bit exhilerating.
My passenger lost his lunch.
I was somewhat ticked off at getting into in that situation in the first place, but felt reassured in that I was in a proper state of Yellow, identified the problem, planned several ways to deal with it, and was ready and able to implement the most obvious of those.
Ironically, on the way back, we saw another group of brown-uniformed Tijuana cops doing their best to break their batons on some poor bastard they had down on the sidewalk.
Interesting place at times.
