So there I am, driving down the highway on the way home, my wife and I singing to the radio, when suddenly a gentleman pulls alongside and begins honking his horn furiously.
Not sure what’s up, we slow down a bit, and he pulls ahead. In front of us, we watch him swerve and flip his lights on and off over and over. He drives ahead, and we pull off at the exit, which he swerves onto as well(Ahead of us.). Now we stop at the first light, and my wife rolls down her window, because we believe there may be something wrong with his/our car. Turns out there’s not, he’s just pissed about something and we can’t figure what.
So we roll up the windows and lock the doors, as he screams (Pointing at me), “How’d you like it if I kicked your fucking head in?!” Well, not much to say the least.
So I make an illegal right turn from the left hand turn lane into traffic, and we escape unharmed. We still have no clue what his problem was. On the highway, he was coming from behind us. We think he may have mistaken us for another car, but who knows?
Yeah, didn’t have the opportunity, unfortunately. He was behind us on the highway(Apparently) and then beside us in the turn lane. When he was in front of us on the highway, we didn’t think he was mad at us yet, so there was no telling. We couldn’t have imagined what he’d be pissed about.
he might have been cut-off by another car, or thought that your slowing down from time to time was just to piss him off.
Who knows these days? paople are pissed even before they get into their cars, then one tiny thing sets off their rage.
My bf had a guy run at him with a baseball bat, and he didn’t do anything wrong (something like he was a little late and didn’t turn when the light was for him). But people stopped the guy from doing anything. \
That’s ok, Particlewill. You may be more right than you know.
What he intended to do in front of us is a bit of a question in my mind, and something had been nagging at me. The lights that were coming on were running lights, the little white ones in the back of the car. Given the swerving actions and the running lights flashing on and off, I’m thinking he was looking for something in his car, and was suddenly surprised when we pulled off. Thereby prompting his sudden swerve onto the exit.
We may have gotten off luckier than I thought. I don’t know. The humor, however, is greatly appreciated.
See, that’s why I carry my shield and pistol in the car. Anyone says something, I flash the tin. If they say anything more, I flash the steel. If they say anything more, I flash the blue lights and introduce myself.
The little white lights on the back of the car aren’t running lights, they’re “backing up” lights. What many people use as running lights are actually parking lights & that’s a whole different issue.
Jeez, where do you live? This sounds like something that happened to us a couple of weeks ago-- driving home from breakfast in town and singing along to Kraftwerk fahren auf der Autobahn and suddenly there are a couple of college aged? high school age? yahoos in a white Explorer tailgating us and flashing their lights. Huh?, we think, and start to head right towards our exit, and they (driver, actually) start waving a fucking 14 inch bowie knife out the window at us. Huh? They kind of follow us into the right lane so we don’t signal and instead just sort of whip into the exit lane at the last second. They slow way down and kind of start to pull onto the shoulder hollering at us and now the passenger is waving the knife around. Oh, ha ha. Teenage psycho prank? ot cool. Like they didn’t think we’d write down their plate number? So naturally we called the cops. I hope the driver’s mom was really mad and didn’t let him borrow the car anymore. I hope his summer’s really crappy, trapped grounded at home in Lompoc or wherever they were headed.
I can sympathize, Copaesthetic and capybara. (I’d also like to commend you on a fine choice of tunes, capybara)
A couple of months back, I was turning left off a busy two-lane road. At the end of that road was a guy in a pickup waiting to turn left onto the busy road. The only problem was that he was literally two car-lengths past the white line. I beeped at him as I almost ran into the damn ditch on the right side trying to get around him. As I had to go drive very slowly to get around, I could see the look of anger rapidly growing on the driver’s face. He suddenly flung open the car door and started screaming obscenities as he walked towards my car. I shook my head and sped off. Fucking lunatics…
To our lovely fellows, Creative_Munster and NoClueBoy, I’m with the USAF’s Security Forces, a SSgt, actually. I’ve had my personal vehicle outfitted with grille lights, dash lights and strobe headlights (as well as rear facing blues.) Doesn’t do me much good, for a legitimate traffic stop, but lots of areas around Air Force bases share jurisdictions with local law enforcement and as such, I may make a traffic stop.
It’s assholes like this ‘kick in the head’ guy whom I really love to get. I remember once, driving on I-695 around D.C., I was cruising in my car when this guy cuts me off, then cuts out into the next lane. I pull up next to him and shout out the window “Be more fucking carefull, asshole!” At which point he pulls his pistol. I respond by pulling my SF badge. Magically, the pistol dissapears and is replaced by a cell-phone! It was nice
Something somewhat similar to the OP happened to me about 13 months ago. It’s a real mess, as most jurisdictions prohibit you from carrying any real weapon in your vehicle to protect yourself against random violent criminals, and yet nothing stops them from following you to some place and beating the shit out of you, even killing you - especially if you’re small and female. I escaped my harassers only by virtue of having a much, much faster car than they.
A guy walked right out in front of my car on Thursday evening; I was doing about 30 and had to slam on my anchors. I honked at him, and he turned round, shouted “fuck off you cunt!”, and motioned to throw an unopened can of beer at my head through the window. Ah, winos, don’t you love 'em.
