I’ll share my scariest one:
November 1993. My husband, brother, brother’s wife and I are driving back to Merced, California from San Francisco in our two-door 1990 Nissan Sentra. It’s about 5 p.m. my husband is driving, heading south on Hwy 101 and getting ready to cross the San Francisco Bay on the San Mateo bridge. We’re cruising along in the center lane of a three-lane highway, going about 65 mph when we come upon a slow semi. El Hubbo checks his mirrors - the left lane is clear except for a car waaay back - and pulls into it to pass. As soon as he gets over, he sees that the car that was waaay back a split second ago is now right on his ass. The car, a brand-new red Trans Am with the license plate HIREN 1, stays on his butt the whole time he’s passing the semi. My husband gets over as soon as he can and proceeds to flip off HIREN 1 as he passes us. Big mistake. The guy pulls in front of us and taps his brakes. We back off. He does it again. We try to slow dwn and lose him but he slows down too. We finally lose him for a couple of minutes only to see that he has pulled off the highway into the median so he can catch us again. This whole time we’re all yelling at my husband: “Get off the highway!” “Speed up!” “Slow down!” And all of a sudden we’re on the San Mateo. Ten-plus miles of a two-lane bridge and nowhere to go. HIREN 1 pulls up next to us and matches our speed… the four of us just stare straight ahead but he starts screwing with us again, getting in front and tapping his brakelights, tailgating, swerving like he’s going to hit us from the side. We finally get off the bridge and it’s back to three lanes. My husband gets in the right lane and slows down again. HIREN 1 matches our speed - we can see that he’s got his girlfriend in the car with him! We come up on another semi. This time, my husband decides to speed up and pass the semi on the right. HIREN 1 sees this and starts passing the semi on the left. Just then an exit comes up - we get off the highway and lose him. All of us are just crazy with relief - my brother’s wife and I are crying… We pulled over at a gas station and I called the police with his license plate. Never found out if they tried to get him or what… My husband never flicks ANYONE off anymore.
Well, except for me.
I couldn’t believe the guy’s girlfriend was with him. Maybe he had kidnapped her or something. To screw with us at those speeds in a brand-new car like that… they guy had to be out of his mind.
So, anyone else meet the psychotic recently?
How are they doing these days?
Most common question I ask: “What?”
Most common question I get: “Are you really hearing impaired?”