If you weren’t endangering him with that stunt, you did him a favor. He probably was too scared to try that again.
I drive a heavy old beater specifically so I can make contact if need be. In your situation, I probably would have attempted to clip the guy.
My grandmother backed up on a highway once when she missed her exit.
Shortly afterward, the family got together and talked her into giving up her driver’s license.
This makes me so sad and so angry all at the same time. WTF.
OK, guilty. But only once and I’m sure no one was hurt.
After having dinner and too many drinks waaaay back in 1974, I turned down the wrong way onto the highway at 7 corners near DC in Virginia. My friends immediatly freaked and started screaming at the top of their lungs that I was going the wrong way. I very quickly zipped into the median and with no brain cells working at all made a U-turn so i was going the wrong way on the other side of the road!!! But this time my friends just said, All right! good job and we went merrily down the road about 1/2 mile until I saw several headlights comming straight at me. So I turned off the road. Straight up the on ramp the wrong way. We spent about an hour in a parking lot breathing and sobering up and very very carefully drove back roads back home. And yes, the decision was that I was the most sober and I should continue to drive.
Drive drunk? Hell I was way too drunk to walk.
When I was in college, some buddies and I drove to Daytona for Spring Break. We happened to be driving on I-65 through Louisville in the middle of the night (2 am or so), and there was no traffic. We were probably going 70-75 mph in the left lane, with no other cars around. My buddy was driving, I was in the passenger seat and a couple of guys were in the back.
The driver’s and my attention were drawn by flashing police lights coming toward us on the other side of the highway, at a very high rate of speed. Then suddenly I said to the driver, “Sam – get in the other lane.” “Why?” “Just do it!” And then he saw what I saw – another car barrelling right toward us in our lane. He pulled over just in time for the other car to miss us, with the police car chasing him in hot pursuit from the other side of the highway divider.
Man, that was scary!
Reminds me of something I saw as a pedestrian.
I was standing in a crosswalk in the median of a divided road (2 lanes each side) with a co-worker, waiting for the walk light. The light changed and we were about to step out when a gray-haired woman almost hit us. She was attempting to make a left turn off the side street into the far lane of the near side of the road. In case that wasn’t clear, suffice it to say she was trying to drive on the wrong side of the median. At the point when she stopped, she was less than five feet from us, so we could clearly see her expressionless face, as well as the face of the passenger in the front seat…
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…a state trooper who was very calmly but firmly telling her to stop and back up. See, the intersection was about 100 feet from the local DMV office, and she was on her road test for her driver’s license.
I always will wonder if she got a second chance.
Nah, what you want is a short-range, all-frequency transmitter - transmitting a loop tape of polka music.
I was travelling north on I-75 near Gaylord, MI around 3:00 a.m. one August night when I saw headlights coming at me. At that strecth of road, the northbound and southbound lanes are separated by woods, so it could look like a two-lane road (although you still have to be a drunken idiot to miss the fact that you are driving down an exit ramp to get on a road in the wrong lane). I came to a stop, stayed in the right lane, and flashed my lights at him continually until he went past. He missed me and I could not find a phone for quite a while, so I have no idea whether he sobered up and turned around or cut across to the southbound lanes or whatever.
Around 1968, I was in the back, rear-facing seat of our station wagon in Georgia (on our way to Florida), when I saw a car going our direction enter the freeway on the far side of the median. In a matter of moments, the next wave of northbound traffic came around a curve, at whih point there was a multiple car collision. (I heard a lot of squealing tires being braked, so I suspect that the combined speeds were down from the 140 m.p.h. that a straight crash would have had.)
My worse was driving south on Hwy 5 in Central California - no man’s land. I was in the left lane passing the line of semi’s, when the middle semi (of three) drifted into my lane. I started blowing my horn and getting over onto the 3 foot left shoulder, that dropped about 50 - 100 feet down with no guard rail. I then look in my rear view mirror and see a Porsche practically in my back seat. I gave the Porsche the bird, gunned my car and finally got around the semi while he’s using half of my lane and I’m using all of the 3 foot shoulder. Besides the “sleeping” semi driver, what the hell was up with Mr. Porsche riding up my exhaust pipe while I’m driving on the f’g shoulder?
did you stop at the “Call of the Wild Museum”?
Years ago? I should be so lucky. I see this stupid behavior several times a year, at a minimum. It boggles my mind to wonder what these idiots could possibly be thinking.