The begining of a shitty day - I’m headed to work, early, mind you, since I have to be at a meeting at 7:30 in the A fucking M. It’s a 20 minute or so trip, one leg is a short hop on the expressway, get on at one exit, exit at the next.
So, it’s 7:00, and I figure traffic won’t be so bad even though there’s construction and it’s down to one lane. I turn onto the on ramp, and
there’s some fucking dickweed asshole scum sucking prick driving right at me. that’s right, some fucktard took a U-turn at the end of the on ramp and started driving back UP thefucking ramp. no, he wasn’t hugging the shoulder, he was driving dead center straight UP the fucking ramp right at me.
now, that’ll wake you up. damn. I swerved onto the shoulder and managed not to die.
but what the fuck. Yea, I realize that the highway was bumper to bumper traffic ('cause of an accident up the road), but you know what? it took an extra 10 minutes. and for that you risked **my ** life.
asshole.
my next car will come complete w/the hood mounted AK-47.
in pink.
Years ago I was driving northbound on the Hollywood freeway when I passed a car with Indiana license plates backing up apparently having missed his off ramp.
I’ll see you and raise you.
In 1981 I was heading southbound on the Hollywood Freeway in Hollywood. traffic was traveling about 55 and was tight. The car to car separation was way less than is comfortable. My Volvo was in the shop, and I was borrowing a friends early Honda Civic, you know one of the tiny ones.
All of a sudden the truck in front of me slams on his brakes. He makes a lane change, and up ahead about 4 car lengths I see the front end of a very large Ford LTD. You know one of the great big som-bitches. For about 0.1 second I thought he had spun the car, and I started to think about stopping to get him turned around. Then my brain processed the rest of the scene. The result was “HOLY SHIT THAT GUY IS DRIVING THE WRONG WAY!!!” I hit my signal, glanced right and whipped the wheel. I was not even fully out of my lane as he went by. I recall thinking that if I reached my arm out, I could wipe the dust off the side of his car.
I pulled over and called the CHP on a call box. I drove back Northbound (using the Northbound lanes BTW) until I saw this guy stopped by the side of the road. I went up another exit and looped back around. A CHP officer was there by then. I stopped and went back and asked if I could talk to him. I told the officer that the gentleman had almost killed me (Pointed to the Honda) and asked him to please cite him for something appropriate. the officer asked me for a business card. I pulled one out, and not only gave it to him, but added my home phone and address, just to be sure.
Everyone I saw that day asked if I was OK, as I looked white as a ghost. I don’t think I was white as a ghost, I think it was this expression :eek: on my face that they noticed.
The worst part about dickheads like that is that they know if they’re doing the wrong thing, everyone else will get out of their way, because they (the other people) don’t want to get injured - and Mr. Dickhead will get to keep continuing on his merry asshatted way.
An elderly couple pulled this stunt just outside of Hamilton. A crane truck swerved to avoid them, tipped over, and landed on a car with a man and his pregnant wife. Said car then burst into flames. I sincerely hope they had died prior to that. I assume they did, because when I drove by, the crane truck had just been flipped back over, and the car (which had been essentially welded to the crane) was only about 18 inches thick.
The elderly couple managed to get to their off-ramp, and merrily went about their business.
One should take note. That there’s a very real possibility that man coming up the wrong way is complaining to all his friends about the man going down the off ramp the wrong way. Some people are just that clueless.
Instead of doing a U-turn on the on-ramp, why didn’t the guy just cruise up the breakdown lane to save time? That’s the usual routine of the hyper-privileged.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. You want a roof mounted rocket launcher. There is no point in taking out your anger on someone if their vehicle will remain in the way. With the rockets you can blow them clean off the road, leaving you the space you need to drive to work. Hassle-free.
I had this happen to me once, but it was on a long stretch of clear road heading into the Hartford, Connecticut airport. I had plenty of time to make sure I was out of the way as the old guy sped on past me. I always wondered how far he went, because there was a big long stretch of road to go before he could have corrected himself.
The best such incident I saw, I was a pedestrian bystander. Another old guy was driving the wrong way on a major one way city street. Worse yet, the section of road was closed to all traffic due to construction anyway. Even worse, there was a cop, on foot, right in front of him, who initially stopped him. However, he for some reason decided to try to continue, going (slowly, thankfully) right into the cop, who put both hands on the hood, hop stepped back and pounded on the hood to get him to stop.
there was no question the diqueed in question intentionally did a U turn at the end of the on ramp. to have gotten there any other way, he’d have had to be part of the slow moving long line of traffic and intentionally passed the ‘off ramp’ so that he could then make a sharp right (about a 30 degree angle from old direction to new direction) turn.
Point take wrt the rocket launcher - do they come in mauve?
Something like this happened in Portland earlier this week – an elderly lady was mad that the streets she normally used to get home were blocked off for a parade, so she decided to re-open the streets herself. While the kids’ parade was happening. Cops barricaded her in, but she gunned it, and one of the cops almost got run over. They caught up with her a couple of blocks later, and arrested her. Here’s the story. Crazy drivers!
I was once driving in a large van in Canada with my buddy in the passenger seat. It was about 4 in the morning and we were on a very large, perhaps eight lane, expressway. Of course we were the only car on the road at the time when we saw… a dude rollerblading down the middle of the highway! He didn’t have any lights or reflectors on and was wearing dark clothing so I didn’t see him until we were pretty close. He was a few lanes over from us.
As we saw the shadowy figure, we were started discussing what the hell that figure/object could possibly be. When it dawned on us that it was a guy rollerblading down the highway (very surreal at the time), we were at about a 45 degree angle behind him. I immediately got the idea in my head to crank my steering wheel hard in his direction and careen straight toward him at 70mph. I wasn’t going to actually hit him but you have never seen somebody scuttle off the side of the road and dive into a ditch so fast in your life! I saw the guy jumping up and down, giving us the finger, and just generally yelling and swearing in the rearview after we passed.
I know, it was kind of a dickish thing to do to that dude, but it is also one of the funniest memories I have. We laughed our asses off all the way back to the USA.
Seriously, who rollerblades down the freeway at four in the morning in dark clothes?
Years ago I was in eastern Colorado driving west towards Denver on the interstate late on New Year’s evening. It was a divided highway, two lanes each direction and I was in the right lane. Good thing, too, because barrelling towards me at top speed driving in the wrong direction was an SUV (did I mention it was a little bit icy?) fortunately, it passed me in the left lane, but I saw my life flash before my eyes. This was a bit in the middle of nowhere, and I anxiously looked in my rear view mirror and saw a headlight swerve far in the distance behind me after this asshole had passed me. I didn’t have a cell phone and wished I could have done something. I hope no one got hurt that night.
