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behindmirrors -> RE: Road Rage (8/19/2006 1:53:57 PM)
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Road rage and I are close friends. You know I'm pissed off when I start going after them in mulitple languages, haha. I live in Minnesota, home of the biggest road idiots in the world. It seems to be against the law here to actually drive the speed limit- only 15 miles over or under will do. And god forbid you get into the exit only lane ahead of time! Here are my two favorite stories about road rage- I really do love these.
My first was when I was 18, and was driving my sister to her friend's house in the suburbs. I was unfamiliar with the area, so I was trying to watch for road signs, etc. About a quarter-mile from my turn, I tried to get into the left lane, and an SUV with a family in it tried to keep me from getting over. I would slow down, they would. I would speed up, they would. It was really aggrivating. Finally, as the turn lane is there, and they won't let me over and I need to get over, I flip the driver the bird. Fair play, as far as I'm concerned. I get in front of them and make the turn into a residential area. The driver proceeds to follow me. I finally stop at the busiest place in the neighborhood I could find- by a park (I figured if he was following me I would want a few witnesses, just in case). He stops, gets out of the car, and pounds on my window. I open it an inch, and no more. He tells me to roll it down further, and I refuse. Then this prick goes on to ask me if I knew what the gesture I made meant, to which I said yes, it means "fuck you". He tells me that as a parent, his child would never drive again if they did that- I tell him he is not my parent. He then tells me this gem- "Your actions and the bumper sticker on your car say a lot about you." (I had a bumper sticker in memoriam to a DFL senator from here on my car at the time). I reply back with my own gem- "The fact that you would follow a teenage girl over your asshole driving, with your whole family in tow just to lecture her on your parenting and political beliefs says a lot about you." He got flustered and walked away. I don't think he could take the fact that I nailed him on that one. Sheesh.
The second one was me innocently driving to work one day. I was on the freeway, and in the lane next to me was a silver car and a maroon car. The maroon car was tailing the silver car in the left lane, I was in the right. I could tell he was yelling, but his windows were rolled up, so I couldn't hear him. The silver car switches lanes to let the guy go by after passing me, but the guy switches too, tailing him again. I now have these idiots in front of me. The maroon car begins to swerve irratically, so I slow down, and notice the guy is digging in his back seat and not watching the road. The silver car gets into the exit lane as he is doing this- it's one with a concrete divide that's the height of a curb. The maroon driver discovers, after straightening up, that this silver car is across the concrete thing, and drives over it. He pulls up beside the now exiting silver car and throws a bottle of red juice at it. I'm on the phone at this point calling the cops with the maroon car's plate number, and he speeds away at at least 85 mph on a 55 road. The cops got him, because I drove by and he was being handcuffed. Hooray!
Yeah, land of 10,000 lakes and land of far more than 10,000 idiot drivers.
behindmirrors.
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