I've witnessed so much road rage around here it's sick. I don't know what it is, the Seattle traffic, the bad weather, or the horrific drivers, but it is a breeding ground for road rage. Here's a few incidents that come to mind:
Traveling North on the 167 freeway (2 lane) in the left lane, a riced out early 90's subaru wagon with window banners and yellow lights was tailgating me. I was doing 65, there was traffic in front of me, the right lane was doing 55 or so. The guy is really riding my ass, so I tapped the brakes a few times gently so he'd see the lights and get the message, but apparently his skull was extra thick and instead of backing off he decided to careen into the right lane, almost hitting the car travelling next to me, and proceed to flail his arms with disregard for the steering wheel. I ignored the bastard for my part, but that irritated him more and he started swerving. I don't know if you was trying to "fake me out" or if he was just on drugs and actually trying to hit me, but I saw him starting to lose control so I punched the gas and moved up a car length or two and the guy swings into my lane, loses control, does a 540, and hits the center divider. One of his tires blew up too, and the guy in the truck behind him almost hit him. I hope he suffered a disabling injury, but I don't know.
Another time a white F150 piloted by a disturbed looking fellow with a crew cut was trying to pass all of the other traffic in the carpool lane and I would not let him back in when it ended. The guy got pissed and followed me around for about half an hour, even into my city and all throughout, so instead of driving home I veered onto a more lonesome highway and in the absense of a nearby police station, I opened up the throttle to where he could not keep up, and lost the bozo. He was seriously whacked out, running red lights to follow me and keeping ramming distance. He even spit on my car.
When I had my truck, I was helping a buddy move a decrepit barbeque from the apartments to my place, and it was standing up in the back of my pickup fastened loosely with bungee cords. (afterall, it was a short journey on surface streets) Well this riced out civic full of teenage jackasses pulled up on my bumper. As is typical for this incompetant and foolhardy breed of moron, they would not relent, so I downshifted the truck, revved it up, and dropped the clutch. In the lurch forward, the BBQ tipped over and billowed ashes ALL over the ricer, I mean the thing was greyer than a rhinocerous. It was downright hilarious. I hope they were not using an air filter for extra horsepower.
Another time I was driving home, and yet another riced out red honda civic was in front of me, although in his mind I think he was in the indy 500, where in reality he was on a 25 mph residential street festooned with kids and dogs. He even had the gall to pass the cars in front of him around a blind curve. Anyway, long story short, a week or two later I find the guy parked half way in my driveway. My driveway is gravel, and it forks into 3 lanes toward the end, the left and right branching off to their respective houses and the middle continuing on to mine. Well, the guy was attending some sort of a circle jerk for my neighbor's kid who is 20 something but lives at home. His car was parked half way in my driveway. I was driving between it and a tree, half in the mud and bark thanks to his inconsiderate parking job, and had to give the car a little bit of gas to get back onto my road. The guy comes running out of the house, asserting that I've purposely used my malevolent rear wheel drivetrain to fling mud and rocks onto his prized type R contraption that would have been the envy of the wright brothers, and I have suspicions that the exhaust may have been engineered by NASA. Anyhow, spaceboy here decides that it would be a good idea to trounce on over to my property, confront me with said accusations thanks to his parking in my yard, and they take a swing at me. (thankfully not a very graceful one, my hands were full but not long enough for me to stand still for that) I defended myself and he ended up running back to his buddy's house threating to call the police, which as you might imagine never came to fruition. I haven't seen him come back since though.
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