I'm never a dick kind of guy, especially to a law officer. My parents also taught me to respect others, persons and their property. But after a reply like reported here by the officer, I may have been bold enough to walk to their squad car, hop in, flip on any switches to see what happened. It would get the point across of the "natural attraction" of being in a police car (not in the back seat), but also to see if they considered that no crime was committed in doing so. People are just stupid rude. My 1st house was one house away from a nice little liquor store on a kinda busy street. More than a few times Id find shit on my yard (threw it back in their car), or I'd find my driveway blocked because the asshat didn't move 20' further to be past my drive. It had a gravel apron at the time. Once I'm riding up the street on my CB750 and a car is blocking the driveway with a guy sitting in the passenger seat, window open. I wiggled the bike around the car got on the gravel and nailed the throttle in 1st gear peppering the car and him with gravel and dust. Got off the bike and walked to the car, window going up. Car owner comes out as I'm standing there, helmet on yet, and drives off. Other times I'm going to call the cops (WAY before cell phones), and the car drove off. Another similar time, older big car blocking my driveway. I walk out to the car, window open, I reach in and pop the hood release, had the hood open ready to yank the main wire to the distributor and then call the cops. Car owner walks out saying "what the hell you doing?" I glared at him, slammed the hood down and walked away saying "your timing got lucky for you". I'm 5'-6", now about 200 lbs and good bit more muscle than back then at 145 lbs, but a Rottweiler attitude at times. Bar on the corner from my 1st house, next to the liquor store (really was a decent neighborhood), had a dickhead fat-ass bartender. 2am on weeknights he'd put the front tire of his Suzuki GT550 against the bar wall and do shrieking burnouts revving the throttle. I'd call the bar, said "Hey, please, I gotta get up at 5am for work, just please knock it off." Minutes later, louder repeat with the bike. My call again, "listen F-head, once more and you're gonna find a 12ga shotgun slug right into the gas tank, carbs and block!" More shrieking ensued. I called the cops and filed a complaint, as did many other neighbors it turns out. THAT cost him a lot more than my shotgun would have. Still woulda been fun to do it.