I read a topic like this over on Crownvic.net (somewhere I don't go often anymore since I got rid of mine). And I realized that this board hasn't had this classic thread topic yet. I guess I'll share my story first. I have many others, but this is the only one that really stands out in my mind.
Now, I know already how stupid and reckless my actions were, so I don't need a lecture. Ever since this incident I've toned my road rage down somewhat. Anyway, I'm heading out of town, driving my '85 T-bird and I see a kid, probably 18 or 19 driving a 96 or so Civic 2-dr. He rolls up to the stop sign of a stop street and almost rolls through in front of me. As I pass (he did stop, quickly) I gave him a look and "don't even think about it." As soon as I was passed he rolls out behind me and quickly closes the gap between us. All along the double yellow two-lane he's weaving back and fort, as if to check if he's able to pass. I let him do his little in-and-out bit and when I sense he's going to attempt to pass me, I kicked the car down and pulled ahead of him. So, at this point we're both speeding, he in the left lane, staggered behind me doing about the same speed. He gets pissed off after a bit and gives up. Back to the weaving bit. Once the left lane is clear, he scoots over into it again, this time I said "**** this, I'm putting some distance between us." Well, it was all I could do to keep ahead of him and for probably 15 or 20 seconds we were side-by-side on a two-lane road, his engine screaming. It came to pass that we were coming up onto a blind hill. And I mean, you cannot see what's coming in the left lane at all, so I eased off, even braked some and let him fly around me. Figuring it was over, I breathed somewhat of a sigh of relief. But, this is just the beginning.
As I thought he might, he layed into the brakes like crazy, to the point that mine almost locked. As he was doing so, he scooted over into the very center of the road. I see the reverse lights flash and an "oh shiznit" goes off in my head. His driver's door flies open. Out steps a 5'3" wannabe-hardass. He stomps back to my car, throws his cigarette out on the ground, and then proceeds to PULL my door open! He tells me "you're so tough, get the **** out of the car!" I said "**** no" and pulled my door shut. He's like "you could've killed my girlfriend!" I said "no one said you had to pass me on a double-****ing-yellow, dude!" He responded with "I had the right of way!" We continued this argument for a while longer. A lady in the oncoming lane in an Explorer told him to get back into his car, he ignored her. His girlfriend came over to tell him to get back into the car, he hit her/pushed her away. He ended this half hearted verbal assault with "don't ever let me see you again, if I do you're ****ing dead."
Well, maybe a month or so later, he came into the gas station where I work. I notice on the register that his pump is set for payment inside. I become apprehensive, but then I see someone else come in and tell me they're paying for his gas. This is strange because, he's not riding with anyone... did he have someone else pay for his gas? I'll never know.
Interesting post-script to the story. Apperantly he sold the car to someone else and now it sits outside a garage about 2 houses down from me. The first time I saw it there I about shiznit. I've never seen the kid since and I occasionally see the car around, but it's never pursuing me and the kid hasn't killed me yet, so I guess all is well.
you're afraid of a 5'3" ricer British cigarette? how big'a boy are ya?
Well there's always that red oak bokken (off balanced wood katana) I have laying around the house... But shiznit never goes down that bad around these parts :P
Wow so edgy trying to pass on a double yellow stripe, yesh....
also makes me think I should drive less aggresive these days.
Did I say I was afraid of him? I guess because I didn't get out of the car and get myself some assault charges I'm a cooch. To answer your question, I'm probably only 2 or 3 inches taller than him, if that. I know I was definitely bigger than him.
Nah you're not a cooch for not getting out of the car. You did the smart thing on that part of the story. I probably, stupidly, would have gotten out just to see if he was as big of a man as he thought he was.
I had some lady tailgate my ass in a 35mph once when I was about 17. One of my big pet peeves. So naturally I slowed to about 25mph which pissed her off even more. When we got to the 45mph zone there was a dotted line so she attempted to go around me and I opened her up. Then she was really up my ass. haha But no one got out the car.
I had another guy pass me in the same spot for no good reason ( I was actually going 45 in the 35 zone) then immediatly slam on the brakes and pull in a driveway. WTF?!? I almost follwed him in to ask him what his deal was but thought better of it.
Thats about all I've got semi-interesting.....
I can remember being in the back seat of my dad's old car when I was a kid. We had pulled into a gas station, mom went in for something, and we were waiting in the car. The guy in the car in front of us started yelling at my dad and got out of his car (I didn't see what started the whole thing, but was definately interested in what was going on now). My dad calmly sat behind the wheel and never said a word. When the guy finished yelling, he got back in hte car, put it in reverse, and backed into the front of our car (just a gentle nudge). Dad just sat there. The guy did it again. Dad opened the door, calmly walked to the trunk, opened it, took out a 4-way tire tool, and threw it through the rear window of the other car. The guy threw the car in drive and took off like crazy. I still laugh everytime I think about it.
My wife was sitting in traffic a year or so ago and a lady pulled to the top of a ramp next to her trying to merge. Noone was moving, and the lady seemed to get a bit upset. She got out of the car, walked to my wife's window and slapped her while yelling about not letting her over. My wife threw the door open, knocked her away with it, and ripped half her dress off in the middle of the Kennedy Bridge crossing the Ohio river. Someone called the police, and turns out the other lady had an outstanding warrant and was taken to jail. We were working together at the time, and they rode her for months about being this tough ***ch that noone should mess with. FUNNY !! :rollin:
I have one. I like to leave at least two car-lengths between me and the car in front of me when driving at highway speeds - even in heavy traffic - or should I say, especially in heavy traffic as people tend to jam the brakes on suddenly and the gap closes quickly. Anyway, I'm driving in the left lane in a 4-lane per side massive highway into the city to work. Heavy traffic moving at a decent clip - 55MPH or so. This guy behind me seems obcessed with getting into that 2 car-length space that I am leaving between me and the car in front of me! He's weaving back and forth and making strange gestures - you know the type. Eventually he got a tiny car-length opening in the second lane and he jammed his car into it - asshole move for sure. Knowing that he is gonna try to take the space between me and the car in front of me, I ease up on the speed a bit to close the gap - I don't see any reason to let this guy do such a stupid stunt - as if it's gonna get him to work 1 mS sooner :disappoin . Anyway, not to be detered, this assclown gets a bit ahead of me in that lane and procedes to yank his wheel to the left - I had to jam my brakes on so that he would not hit my car!! :nono: I was pissed and the adrenaline was flowing - but it wasn't THAT big a deal, so I just went into cruise mode again - or so I thought. Suddenly Mr. Assface decides to "punish" me by jamming his brakes on - thus causing me to react reflexively and jam my brakes on! :mad: NOW I'm pissed and trying to think of a way not be at the mercy of this jerk and his brake pedal. I said to myself "as hard as it is not to react, DON'T hit the brakes if he does the brake-stab thing again!!" Guess what? Mr. Brake-Stab did it again!! Slammed the brakes even though the car in front of him was not slowing at all! This time I did ease into my brakes - then I remembered to "**** him - he want's to play rough!" and I let off the brake just as we were getting close to each other - BLAM! I hit that fools bumper & gave him a nice jolt for his money. He procedes to start pulling to the right to exchange papers (mind you in extremely heavy traffic) - I look to my right and a couple of knucklehead guys were in the car - didn't want to mess with them alone and there was no damage anyway so I just waved at them as they pulled into the rightmost lane. I never saw them again. I don't know what the ****brain was thinking, but I still get a chuckle as I remember him waiving wildly at me to pull over as he was trapped by the heavy traffic as he pulled over on the highway. :rollin: :giggle: :toilet: I still to this day don't feel bad about what I did.
Talking to my wife yesterday (she was waiting at a train crossing on her cell, and I was home) mid conversation she starts cursing a mile long streak at some guy who threw his pen 15e out the window. You just don't litter in front of Ange. That lass will tear you down.
Where is Bird 351 ? he has very good stories about this. I´m Waiting.....
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5'3" or not if he had one of these below it would suck wouldn't it? Wouldn't matter how big you are then.......
I was driving around one day in during winter, and I had come to a stop at a red light. Then some punk kids decided to start throwing snow balls at my car.. So I Yelled out **** off! and gave my finger out the window.. light turns green, i thought screw it, i'm gonna pull over to talk to these kids. Turns out they weren't kids at all! they were 4 drunk 18-20 year olds some even in my grade.. So I stayed in my car and try to talk to them calmly but tehy were drunk and furious. One grabbed me, tried to pull me out of hte car, spit at me.. punched me.. But I remained calm.. started pulling up my window, then they got really mad and started kicking my car.. the one guy put his boot right through my driver window with glass chuncks flying all over my face. one got in my ear and actuallt cut the inside of my ear (nothing serious though). So a little startled.. I just drove away..
The story doesn't stop there though.. After I pulled away, I had a sudden urge to turn the car around and head straight for them and plow those SOB's. But i regrouped myself and thought i should report this to the Police, Not having a Cell, I decided to just drive to the cop station. about 5 mins of driving, I notice that there's a cop behind me.. so i put on my 4 ways, reach my hand out the driver window motioning him to pull over. We pull over, I explain to him the story.. So he asks me to take him to where it happened. So I start going in front of him, and he puts on his flashers driving behind me. I was going the speed limit so to people this must have seemed like the slowest car chase in history, LOL!. Anyways it was a 4 lane road (2 in each direction) and i see this black SUV puling up in the lane beside me with a puzzed look on his face. A "WTF are you doing?" kinda look. So I motion to him to keep going, it's none of his business. THEN he tries to act like a Good Samaritan and tries to run me off the road. Having the cop seen this, he immediately turned off his flashers.
Well to make a long story short, I was able to identify one of the guys because I went to shcool with him, and the next day the cop calls me and says that those guys are actually wanted for something even bigger then vandalism, so I decided not to press charges, they got what was coming to them anyway. The damage to my car was a few scratches and a broken window anyways.. I went to the junk yard, picked up a new window and me and my dad replaced it.
Ahh the great equalizer
My story
Im coming down a 2 lane road that squeezes to one. Im in the curb Some asshat a lane over wants to get into a foot race so i oblige. I whoop his ass, mind you he is in a turtle back escort any way about a mile down the road im turning into a shopping plaza and the asswagon tries to side swipe me, or swerves to try and hit me. I have no clue what this asses problem was but if he would have hit me i would have been chasing some loser down to get info.
I haven't really had that many experiences with roadrage, ususally its just some ass that cuts me off that me off. The things i cant tolerate though are people that are complete assholes and decide to tailgate when I am already going 5-10 over the speed limit. To these people i will usually just take my foot off the gas, then when they try to pass back on it goes. Then I will usually find a way to block them in if there are cars next to me. I would glady get out of the way if these dumbasses wouldn't ride my ass.
yes those kinda people p*ss me off because they are "NEVER" in the wrong.
Here's a great story from about seven years ago.
I was tooling down the road in my '86 Cougar GS. There's one spot on this particular road that's notorious for jack-holes pulling out in front of traffic... can't explain it, just one of those things.
In any event, the limit is 55 and I'm doing exactly that. I start going down said hill towards the stop sign. I notice an '87-'88 Thunderbird (oddly enough) pull up to the stop sign, wait, then pull out in front of me.
I practically melted my front brakes trying to slow my machine down for this toolbag.
What do I do? Hell, I'm 16 years old and invincible. I ride his ass within 12".
He slowly moves his car back up to 55, so I back off. Just as I do so, he nails his brakes to scare me a little bit.
After that little stunt, he makes a right turn where I coast into the oncoming lane to pass him (to show him that I'm a big man). The final touches turned out to be dueling middle fingers - me above the roof, him out of the driver's window.
I don't really do that stuff anymore. I get VERY annoyed with the import kids who drive like total assholes, but what can ya do? The best thing is to ignore 'em, drive safe, and play it easy.
I have a decent one. We were travelling about 45 minutes south of our base here in Samarra Iraq. This is a weekly event, because we make supply runs to a base halfway between here and Bahgdad. Anyways we are traveling in an 11 vehicle convoy down a double lane Highway, sort of like any interstate you would drive along in the U.S. About 15 minutes into our trip back we ge hung up by a group of vehicles travelling about 30 miles an hour. Large trucks carrying grain or something. Its common knowlege in this country that if you see a U.S. convoy overtaking you on the road, you pull to the side to let us pass. Well, these asshats obviously didnt understand that, and even with repeated yelling and waving, flashing lights and honking it still took our lead Humvee swerving at them to make them pull over......Every one of them in fact. a total of 8 trucks. Another Big No no in this country is to cut into or get too close to our convoys. Our gunners are instructed to fire warning shots at vehicles that get too close, and if they dont get the point then; well lets just say its not going to be a good day for them. We had some rocet scientist decide that he wanted to drive on THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE ROAD into oncomming traffic to pass our convoy. I'm in my gunners seat watching this lunatic driving straight at cars.....and a red light goes off in my head. Sure enough, right as he gets past our truck he swerves accross the median at us. I unload seven rounds at this Idiot from my 50 cal as a warning to him that he is just about to screw up. But he keeps comming at us. He almost made it in between our truck and the one in fron of us when I unload about 100 rounds into theis guys hood, doors and wheels. He spinns out, and we come to a screeching halt ( Interesting while hangin out the top of a humvee going about 60..... :crazy: We pull a perimeter and Start to clear up the scene. This guy's Volvo was just mangled.....50 cal rounds tore through his engine block, tranny, doors, hood all the glass, gas tank....it was ugly. The guy made it out without a scratch. Unless you consider g and shiznitting yourself hurt.....when questioned about why he tried to cut into our convoy he said that he was late to his job.......What a moron. near kills himself by running into oncomming traffic, and then almost gets me to do the deed by trying to cut into our convoy.....I guess he was afraid he was going to miss his turn. LOL I was just Livid at the time....so I suppose this counts as a "Road Rage" Incident....lol At least I got to shoot at him though LOL :hick: :america:
Blew my horn once, briefly, at some guy in a Bronco who was pulling out into an intersection into the lane next to me (and, as I felt, a little too close) as I was passing through it with a couple 2x12s hanging out that window. Mr. Redneck and his enormous wife proceeded to follow me home and he started running his mouth while parked in the street out front. It almost got to the point where he went for a gun.. but eventually he took off. Sometime later, I saw an identical vehicle parked in someone else's driveway in the neighborhood, and there aren't many Broncos around here painted to look the same.. so I got me a little surprise for the next road-raged idiot who follows me home and tries to start shiznit:
(a few of you should recognize the rounds I put in between the two stripper-clips. On the left, I believe, is 5.56mm/.223, and on the right is a 7.62x39mm round from an AK-47)
I generally drive with a "Don't give a shiznit" attitude, though it was not always like this. When I was in high school we had a bomb threat, which resulted in the school being evacuated. Now, Lower Sackville is a small suburb north of Halifax, itself a small city. Nobody would waste the explosives on anything around here, much less would they even know how too make a bomb. The "bomb threats" that the local schools get occure almost exclusively during finals season, so it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that a student panicked about not being prepared, so he called in the threat so the exam would be postponed.
So anyway, finals season being in June and the school being near a lake, and me having my fishing rod in the trunk, I decided to make the most of the day and go fishing. Problem was that a carload of girls were blocking me in. I asked them to move and the one sitting in the driver's seat said "This isn't my car, I don't have the keys". Fair enough, so I sit behind them waiting for the "owner" to show up. Then I saw the wipers sweep. Wipers, of course, do not sweep without the key in the ignition, so I got out of the car and said "I thought you didn't have the key!". She said "Too bad, I'm not moving!" I said "If you don't move I'll move you" and she said "Try it".
I calmly got into my Trans Am, started it, inched it ahead so my bumper was touching hers, and floored it. Her Escort's brakes were no match for my LT1 and I pushed her out of her spot and halfway across the parking lot. I then backed up a bit, drove around her, and went fishing.
Probably the funniest case of road rage I ever witnessed, though, was when I was behind a woman at a toll booth. She was not paying attention (digging through her purse) and her car was obviously a standard, because she was coasting backward toward me. I honked the horn to let her know, and she promptly gave me the finger. Didn't touch her brakes, though, so she kept right on coasting until she bumped my car. She then drove forward and paid the toll. I did too, and was right behind her as she turned off the highway into the Bridge Commission parking lot, where I followed her. I parked, she drove up to me and said "You hit me".
I said "'Fraid not, lady, you coasted into me!"
She said "No I didn't, you hit me!"
So I got a little pissed off and said "Fine, if you want to make things difficult, let's go review the video at the toll booth!"
She said "Fine!", and with that she revved her little Tercel up to about 6 grand and dumped the clutch. I watched almost in a state of shock as she flew backward across the parking lot and came to a very quick stop as the arse of her car ran over one of those cement parking lot divider. She then revved up again and floored it to go ahead. Problem was the cement divider had become lodged between her rear tire and back bumper cover. When she went ahead the cement stayed put. So did her back bumper, which was instantly torn completely off the car as she went forward. I walked over to the lady, now sobbing at the wheel of her car, and said "I guess it's moot now, isn't it?"
She looked back at me, tearfully, and whined "I thought you were honking your horn to make me hurry up!", to which I replied "No, I was trying to alert you to the fact that you were moving". She was now a completely different woman, apologising and everything, so I collected her bumper for her and put it in her trunk. I drove home laughing my ass off. This happened ten years ago and I still laugh out loud about it every time I think about it.
Driving from Port Jervis NY to Schenecticy (sp?) was a convoy of 3 cars that were driven by my friends and I... we were on an adventure. A PURPLE neon full of college kids decides to ride the rear bumper of one of the other cars traveling with us. We all had radios and were commenting how these idiots should pay. Well, the car I inside was in the left lane and we were the lead car, this jackhole gets on our butt. With wonderful radio communication the other 2 cars proceed to "box him in", one on his passenger side and one behind him, and we all drop our speed to 55 dead on. Poor mustve been back there for almost 50 miles. We nicknamed the car "Barney" and were making faces at the passengers (hot college girls and one preppy guy).
Another time I was with my friend Steve driving home at like 2am on the Southern State Parkway. This girl was driving in the left lane doing 50 on the dot. My friend did a quick flash of his brights but the car did not move to the center lane. By the time we were able to move around them in traffic we heard a large thud and when I looked back saw a soda can bouncing off the blazer. My friend was like forget this and our exit was next anyway. This moron cut in front of us on the off ramp and parked his car at the end, her boyfriend proceeded to get out with a tire iron in hand and scream at my friend to get out of the car. Too bad for him, while he was waving the tire iron in hand 2 or 3 more cars were waiting behind us, behind them was a police officer. The guy saw the cop get out, ran to his car and took off, the police officer told us to wait there and he took off after the guy. Another police officer came to meet us and he filed a report, they caught the guy and he was going to jail for assult and running from the police.
Recently, I put 3 hours of elbow greese into my car (wash, hand glaze, wax) 2 tues. ago. When I was driving to work some moron in a caddy in front of me proceded to put his window down and hock not one, but 2 giant flem wads out the window. One hit my windshield and the other my hood. Well, not to be outdone I got in front of him in the center lane and did the same... streaking my spit from his passenger mirror to the rear passenger window.
i was on my way home last summer following a drunk who was all over the road.we come down a hill with a bridge at the bottom and a left turn to go into town.there was an on coming car so we both stopped and i pulled up behind him.the car passed and we both pulled into town.now i live about 100 ft from this intersection so i pull into my laneway and park.this little drunk prick who i can't stand which was driving the car in front of me.went down town turned around and came back into my yard and gets out of his car and ask me whats my problem.not knowing what his prob was i asked what he wants and y he's in my yard.he starts bitching y was following him and if i want my ass kicked.meanwhile i am unloading some ball gear i had in my trunk.he looked down seen i had a bat in my hand and jumped in his car and ****ed off.i hear the next day i tried to beat him with a bat.if it weren't for the fact he was drunk and he ****ed off i mite have.i'm usually really easy going but this guy i just can't stand
i have a wood rage story if that makes any sense......anyway me and my dad were up at the hunting camp last year and we were at one of the members (don) stands we were helping him load up a feeder for the weekend. well these guys from a neighboring camp who use one of the same roads we use came by, and precided to open fire in are direction. we all wip around and see 2 doe(this is in the middle of buck season-illegal to shoot does) they unload about 7 rounds and i swear 5 of them i heard go by. well they couldnt hit anything and i bet you all can guess why....drunk..... well they pull away and my dad jumps on the 4 wheeler and i jump in with don in his jeep and we chase them back to there camp. there president met us at the gate and we had a little conversation that wound those 2 guys in the county jail. that was one of those OMG WTF is going on moments of true fear.......
This happened a while back. 1988 or so. I was driving with my two brothers and a freind of theirs on a sunny saturday afternoon. pulled up to a stop light, not paying close attention and i tapped i mean tapped. barely a ring from the two bumpers. the guy in front of me, he's driving a 65/66 nova wagon. He turns around looks me dead in the eye puts his car in reversve and floors it. Mean while his wife/girlfriend is pounding on him to stop i guess, What an ass. I was in my 65 mustang, modded C4,302 HO (stealth conversion) 3:25 posi rear. so i floored it and pushed him into the intersection. Then this guy pulls over and gets out of the car and makes a fist and waves me over. Ha, I pull over and my freinds and i unfold ourselves out of the car at 6'0" and 265 i'm the smallest of the four of us. Should have seen the look on the guys face. and the 6 banger nova can get wheels if you flog it hard enough. every once in a while i remind the guys about it and we still get a laugh
Got me another one. My brother went to school in Fort Wayne Indiana. Well 99 was when he graduated from ITT tech, after the graduation The family (Grandomther Me Dad Mom and Brother) head out to a restraunt. Well while we are on the high way this neon cuts mymother father and grandmother off (Mind you an 87 voyager is a bit top heavy) . My brother and i see this and start to bitch them out, i have never seen someone back off so quick it was comical.