Yeah. Road rage. We all get pissed off at the other assholes on the road. Sometimes, we fight back. Got any stories?
I was going down 69 south one time, somewhat above the speed limit, when this Thunderbird zooms right up behind me, tailgating the fuck out of my car.
I let it go for a while, seeing as how it’s pretty traffic-y, but even after it clears up, this guy is still on my ass. So I stab the brakes, just to light up the lamps, so he’ll back off. He slows for a second, then zooms right back up behind me even closer. So I stab my brakes harder, and he falls back again. There’s no one around except for a car a mile or so ahead, so I pull over into the right lane to let him go by.
Does he? No. He stays going the same speed I was, when I was in the fast lane. Why are you riding my ass if we’re going the same speed, monkey-fart?
I pull back in front of him to go around the car that we’ve approached, and stay there, because there’s a delivery truck a few hundred yards ahead of us. Suddenly, this dick-for-a-brain punches it, and zooms around on the right side, nearly clipping a delivery truck as he cuts me off. I don’t really mind, I’m easy. Then, he goes slower than I was going in the first place. Why? He’s an asshole.
So when we’re past the delivery truck, I pull back into the right lane, and regain my original speed. At the last second, he cuts over, no blinker, still going slower than I ever was, nearly rubbing my front end.
Now, I’m pissed. So I punch it, zip around his shit bucket, and slide in in front of him, and slow down. Waaaay down. There’s another car coming up, so I slide out and match speeds with the other car. Which is an old lady. Very very slow. I can practically feel his forehead vein bulging by now, but fuck, it’s his fault. I was letting everything slide but he had to be an asshole. So I take a mile or three to finally go around this lady, and the whole time he’s falling behind and running right back up again on my bumper, chomping at the bit.
As soon as I get past the lady, I pull over to let him by. He slips by, and gives me the finger, and his skank in the passenger seat yells something. I laugh, and punch it, and slide back in front of him again, and do the slow-passing thing on the next car, then get back over, and let him by again. Finger, yelling. I laugh again. Pathetic bastards.
The road’s clear now, and he gets right behind me and starts tailgating me. I stomp the brakes, and he slides back. Tailgate, stomp brakes. Finally, he goes around me (left side) and speeds up to break away. I punch it and match speed. He’s trying to race, now. So I pull ahead (easily), just to show him who’s the bitch. He sloooowly pulls back on me, and starts tailgating me, again. Stomp brakes, back up, tailgate. Repeat.
Finally, I get tired of this penis muncher tailgating me, so my friend who’s with me, Jon, grabs a cup of fake milkshake he was drinking, and holds it out the window, like he’s going to arch it up onto their car. They back off, and stay off. A few minutes later, he slowly creeps back up on me, and starts to go by. I’ve had enough of this bung-hole poser’s macho bullshit, so I let him go.
As he goes by, his ho leans halfway out the window screaming something, and he slowly rotates his giant body toward me, face beet red, neck bulging, eyes bulging, fat little finger raised, screaming something, obsceneties, probably. He’s wearing a neck brace and back support.
Hmmm… wonder how he got that? Being a reckless, careless dickhole, maybe?
–Tim