Here's a true story from Saturday night. Sadly, my bet is that at some point you've all seen something similar.
I Left work early on Saturday, my son and I took a couple hour road trip in the Camaro to see my best buddy that I've known since around '78.... it was his birthday on 9/11. We went out to dinner to celebrate, hung around to shoot the breeze and left for home about 9pm. About an hour into the drive, we start getting into an area on the highway that had been raining. We happen to pass a lowered Neon with a fartcan exhaust who was in the right lane. My guess is that once we were about an 1/8 mile ahead, he nails it. He blows past us doing at least 90 mph in the light rain. Now the problem is that trucks have worn some pretty good sized grooves into the road and they are collecting water. About 200 feet in front of us the clown in the neon hits the water filled trenches, starts sliding all over the place and almost plows into a car in front of him. My son and I are watching this unfold in front of us, he's freaking out, I'm being cautious and keeping my distance. The clown car neon barely avoids disaster and slows down to about 40 mph. After about a mile, I've closed the gap and I figure since the speed limit is 65 and he's still going slow, I'll just go past him. Only now, he's riding the center line and blocking both lanes. Finally after another mile of blocking both lanes on purpose, he moves to the right lane. You already guessed it, as soon as I start to go past he nails it again. Well I'm not biting and not playing. Not only is my son in the car, but the roads are wet and it's evident this guy is a moron. He sees I'm not playing but each time I start to pass, he nails it over and over. This goes on 5 or 6 times. This is a rural highway and a 1/4 mile up ahead there is a stop light. I purposely slow way down to drop in behind him, just another sign that I'm not playing his stupid games. At the last second he swaps lanes and I end up next to him. Now his window is rolled down, the trash talking starts and I see he has a car full of moron friends. They are doing their best at goading me into a street race. I won't even repeat the trash and insults they were yelling, just suffice to say these jackasses were going to get themselves killed and likely take some other innocent person with them. I could care less what the hell they say, it's not going to work so they start flipping me off. Now the fun begins...... I pull out my cell phone and pretend to snap a photo, pretend to dial the phone and hold it up to my ear...... the morons freak and think I'm calling the cops and make an illegal right turn from the left hand lane, cut though a convenience store parking lot and start hauling azz down another road.
Living proof that the gene pool needs cleaning. Sad thing is that they are probably going to not only get themselves hurt, but likely going to hurt someone else along with them. It's easy to see how some people could get involved in road rage when faced with idots like that, in a sadistic way I was hoping they would have hit a large enough puddle to slide right off the road and into the trees. It sounds terrible, but that's what they would have deserved. I suppose that I'm just glad in the end that nobody was hurt. Especially us.
I Left work early on Saturday, my son and I took a couple hour road trip in the Camaro to see my best buddy that I've known since around '78.... it was his birthday on 9/11. We went out to dinner to celebrate, hung around to shoot the breeze and left for home about 9pm. About an hour into the drive, we start getting into an area on the highway that had been raining. We happen to pass a lowered Neon with a fartcan exhaust who was in the right lane. My guess is that once we were about an 1/8 mile ahead, he nails it. He blows past us doing at least 90 mph in the light rain. Now the problem is that trucks have worn some pretty good sized grooves into the road and they are collecting water. About 200 feet in front of us the clown in the neon hits the water filled trenches, starts sliding all over the place and almost plows into a car in front of him. My son and I are watching this unfold in front of us, he's freaking out, I'm being cautious and keeping my distance. The clown car neon barely avoids disaster and slows down to about 40 mph. After about a mile, I've closed the gap and I figure since the speed limit is 65 and he's still going slow, I'll just go past him. Only now, he's riding the center line and blocking both lanes. Finally after another mile of blocking both lanes on purpose, he moves to the right lane. You already guessed it, as soon as I start to go past he nails it again. Well I'm not biting and not playing. Not only is my son in the car, but the roads are wet and it's evident this guy is a moron. He sees I'm not playing but each time I start to pass, he nails it over and over. This goes on 5 or 6 times. This is a rural highway and a 1/4 mile up ahead there is a stop light. I purposely slow way down to drop in behind him, just another sign that I'm not playing his stupid games. At the last second he swaps lanes and I end up next to him. Now his window is rolled down, the trash talking starts and I see he has a car full of moron friends. They are doing their best at goading me into a street race. I won't even repeat the trash and insults they were yelling, just suffice to say these jackasses were going to get themselves killed and likely take some other innocent person with them. I could care less what the hell they say, it's not going to work so they start flipping me off. Now the fun begins...... I pull out my cell phone and pretend to snap a photo, pretend to dial the phone and hold it up to my ear...... the morons freak and think I'm calling the cops and make an illegal right turn from the left hand lane, cut though a convenience store parking lot and start hauling azz down another road.
Living proof that the gene pool needs cleaning. Sad thing is that they are probably going to not only get themselves hurt, but likely going to hurt someone else along with them. It's easy to see how some people could get involved in road rage when faced with idots like that, in a sadistic way I was hoping they would have hit a large enough puddle to slide right off the road and into the trees. It sounds terrible, but that's what they would have deserved. I suppose that I'm just glad in the end that nobody was hurt. Especially us.
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