Years ago I had driven to a town to meet someone to sell this brand new bike. When I got to the location, I pulled out the bike and took it for a little test spin until the buyer showed up. This black kid comes out of nowhere and points a gun in my face and demands the bike. I said, "It's all your boss!" and turned and calmly started to walk away. The jogger LOL took off on the bike and the gears would not work right and he was struggling. In the meantime, I walked calmly to my truck and started her up. Now granted I was younger and this truck was a real beater. The jogger was slowing peddling away but still struggling with the gears. Since he was armed and dangerous I plowed into him and the bike with the truck. The look on his face was priceless. For everything else there is Mastercard. The frightened jogger limped away as fast as he could with his bloody, busted up leg. I let him go with a Karma warning. I picked up his gun as a trophy, took the damaged bike and drove home. One thing about Santa Carla I never could stomach: All the damn joggers. Anyone who gets the movie reference wins the internet for the day!