a meth addict jumped out at me from behind a car once. gave me the crazy jazz hands and yelled lke a mad man. not certain on his addiction, i just assume. scared the hell outta me. i swerved hard left, no oncoming traffic, so i survived and rode on. heart rate back to normal within a couple minutes. had i a long leather whip, i would have maybe been jailed for flogging a poor addicted man to near death. it's a good thing i leave all weapons at home.