I was just reading a prior submission about road rage and I decided to submit my own story, which to this day still scares me.
Firstly, I will say that I am by no means a perfect driver. I have made mistakes, I have gotten a couple of speeding tickets, and I have had two accidents (both due to ice) in the 13 years I’ve been driving. That said, I have always taken measures to correct any errors that I made leading up to said incidents.
Anyway, a couple of years ago, I was picking a daycare child up from school. He attended a school about 20 minutes drive from our home, and when we were heading back, traffic was unusually heavy. I was on a 4-lane street, heading towards the freeway on-ramp. There was a set of lights about 100 feet from the ramp, which the traffic was stopped at. I was the second car back from the lights, and to my immediate left, there was a truck (think Ford F-350-sized). All of a sudden, in my side mirror I see a small silver truck moving towards me. I was somewhat perplexed before I realized that the driver was trying to maneuver his vehicle between the two lanes of traffic. He pushed his way through (how he managed to fit is beyond me; no one moved to let him pass) and cut to the front of the line just as the light was turning green. I memorized the license plate number and asked my charge to dial the police.
The vehicle in front of me turned right onto a street just before the ramp onto the freeway. I was turning onto the freeway while speaking to the police department on my handsfree. The silver truck was now the only vehicle in front of me. As I was accelerating to match the speed limit of the freeway, I merged into the right lane. All of a sudden, the guy slammed on his brakes, stopped his truck right there on the freeway, got out and came screaming and waving his arms angrily at me. My charge was terrified! I started yelling at the police officer on the line, “Oh my god, he’s out of his truck! He’s coming toward us!” She told me not to get out of my vehicle and not to stop. I was terrified out of my mind, so I turned to go around him. I wasn’t able to go right, so I had to go left, out into the other lane of traffic. Thankfully, the oncoming traffic had seen what was going on and had slowed down, but a bus had to swerve out onto the center shoulder to avoid crashing into all of us.
I kept driving with the police on the phone. The silver truck started to follow me, and I told the officer that I wasn’t going to go home because I was afraid he’d follow me. I drove past my exit, and thankfully he took the next one. I informed the police which direction he was heading, and it was only minutes later that I could hear sirens. I really hope they got the guy.
On a more positive note, there was another incident a few years back where my husband and I were going out of town for the weekend. We were driving on the highway, keeping to the speed limit, and a few cars flew past us going at least 20 – 30 km/h over the limit. A few of them even flipped us off. However, karma decided to intervene, and a few kilometres later we passed one of the guys who’d flipped us off on the shoulder of the highway with a flat tire. I have to say, I smiled a little that day. 0108-11
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