My story isn’t so much road rage, but road stupidity.
Background: We are going on a caravan holiday.
We have a station wagon and caravan, which in total is around the 10metre
long mark.... We take a bit of space to do anything.... The gas station is
crowded with people. There are queues in front of us, behind us,
DH and I were pulled up at a petrol/gas station to fill
up our car. It’s a Sunday afternoon, and it’s pretty busy, but
it’s a large petrol station and we are confident that we have enough
space to get in and out. We are in a line, there is an petrol pump
in front on the one we use. The car in front leaves, while we are
filling up, so another small car nips in to the space. DH rushes
into pay for the fuel, trying to get in and out before the car in front
moves away... He gets back into the car, and is narrowly missed by a car
that nips in front of us to fill up. I lean out of the window and
ask, very politely for the guy to move his car because we can’t get out.
His GF is driving, and she moves the car forward – still not enough room
for us to get out. I say to him that we still can’t get out. GF
moves the car forward again. He says to me “that’s it, you’ll
have to go around us, we’re not moving any further”. Now this
would have been fine if we were riding a motorcycle, but we needed to
swing out to get around the pump. I said to him “Look, mate, I’m
sorry, but we need more space, we are towing a caravan here”. At
this point he went to the car, GF hops out and he hops in.... I don’t
know why he couldn’t see our caravan.. It’s big and obvious and he did
have to drive past it to get to the pump!
I am not entirely sure which planet he was on, or which
planet he came from. He was from a major city, so perhaps he
hadn’t quite grasped the concept that the larger the vehicle the more
space it needs.
I was driving across San Francisco from Union Square to
Haight Asbury, a little past dusk. The street (Oak, I think) was one way,
five lanes across, with parking on either side.
I was in the far left lane and had come to an
intersection where I had a green light. Unfortunately, across the
intersection, was a car trying to parallel park. My options were to stay
where I was, at the cross walk, or pull into the intersection and stop
there. Because of heavy traffic, I could not pass. I stayed where I was.
A car pulled up behind me, and because of heavy traffic,
he couldn't pass, either. So he did the next best thing. Lay on the horn.
Not honk, but lay. So I flipped him off - I know, not smart. Apparently,
that made him mad(der), since he began laying on the horn with one hand
and flipping his lights with the other. It made me so mad I was going to
put my car in park and go give him a piece of my mind, but I was so mad
that when I tried to slam my car into park, I only got to reverse.
Then I got the idea - Ram him! "I don't know why
the mean man hit me officer. This is a rental car that my company gets me.
I'm here on business."
I didn't, but he didn't know when I might take my foot
off the brake, and stayed behind me, quiet, until we could both move on.
I have a story for you about Road Rage. Last year
my daughters and I were driving on a 2 lane highway. Traffic was at
a crawl because of an accident about a mile ahead. We were in the
right hand lane and the car in front of us wanted to go into the left
lane. He started inching over slowly. An SUV with 3 girls in it
absolutely refused to let him get in front of them but he was able to get
in right behind them. The girls were not happy that he tried to get
in and were screaming things at him and giggling at each other while they
were doing it. We were right next to the girls at this point.
After a few minutes of the girls acting like total witches, the girl in
the front passenger seat got out of the SUV, walked to the driver's side
of the car behind them acting like she wanted to talk to him.
As he rolled his window down the girl spit in his face and ran back to the
SUV laughing. The last thing I saw was the man on
his cell phone, hopefully calling the police on her.
I attend college across the country from where my family
lives. The last time I went home for winter break, after being away for 4
months, my dad picked me up at the airport and drove me home. I was
telling him about something that happened at school, when someone drove up
behind him and started tailgating him. He drives pretty fast himself, so
this is pretty unusual. As I continued to talk, he moved over and let the
other guy pass him and they both extended their middle fingers. Then,
without a word, my dad turned on his brights, sped up and started
tailgating the guy! I might mention that it was December and the roads
were a little icy. Then the other guy slammed on his brakes and my dad,
following much too closely, almost ran into him. I was speechless!
I have 2 road rage stories! The first one happened
several years ago. My husband was driving down a busy road when this guy
starts driving really recklessly around us. He would speed up and get in
front of us and then slam his brakes. My husband would get over into the
next lane to avoid him, and the guy would move back over and get in front
of us again and slam his brakes. I am not sure what he was trying to
prove, but this went on for several miles. It was during rush hour so
traffic was pretty heavy. We finally came up to a red light and I guess
the guy got nervous that my husband would get out of our car and give the
what for, so he reaches up under his seat and lifts a baseball bat up to
show my husband he was armed. My husband retaliated in the best possible
way he could have. He held up his police officer's badge for him to see!
The guy settled down VERY QUICKLY!!!
The second one happened to me in a mall parking
lot. I live in a small town and our mall does not have 2 lanes to
travel when trying to find a parking space. You can either go up or you
can go down the lane. There are HUGE white arrows that let you know which
way to go (again, it is either UP or DOWN). Fortunately, I try to drive
defensively, I watch out for the idiots that shouldn't have a license. One
busy Saturday I am trying to find a place to park. All of a sudden, as I
am going up the row, this woman acts like she is going to turn down the
row I am on. I stopped so that she had plenty of time to see me and plenty
of room to see the BIG WHITE arrow pointing up. She sits there for a
minute, waiting for me to move, when I don't (because I can't-she is in
the way!) she starts screaming at me from her car! I was stunned and
pointed to the arrow that is in between her car and my car and is in very
plain site. She proceeds to flip me off with both fingers, screaming at me the whole time!! She finally speeds off and goes
down the next row.
Since I couldn't find a spot to park in the row
I just left, I went down the same row she turned onto. I notice that she
is still screaming in her car. After the second row we both go down,
I realized she was STILL screaming and now I am concerned that she thinks
I am following her. I could care less about crazy woman, although I would
love to tell her that before you flip people off, make sure that you are
not going the WRONG WAY!!! I finally made some distance from her because
she obviously was in need of medication! Both times I think to myself they
are very lucky that we do not live in Miami!! (A lot of people are
armed!!!) Be careful the next time you feel that road rage creeping up on
you! You never what kind of a maniac you could be dealing with, or if they
may have a weapon!
I recently spent the weekend in DC, preparing for an
upcoming move. On the drive back to Massachusetts, traffic was completely
stopped somewhere in Delaware due to a very bad accident. All four
Northbound lanes were closed, and as my friends and I watched, a
helicopter descended and landed no more than 300 yards in front of us. We
assumed that we would be stopped for quite a while, so we rolled the
windows down (the weather was beautiful, and we weren't exactly thrilled
about returning to chilly New England), turned off the car, and sat there
talking to each other. After a few minutes, we noticed many other people
around us turning off their cars, getting out, stretching, and the like.
A few more minutes went by (on the scale of 5... its not
like we'd been sitting there for hours), and I started to notice a stream
of people walking past my car, toward the accident ahead. They gathered on
the right side of the highway, where they could presumably see the carnage
ahead. At this point, I wanted to give them the benefit of the doubt...
perhaps they only wanted to see how far ahead of them the highway was
closed, or wanted to make sure the appropriate emergency vehicles had
These hopes were quickly shattered, however, as several
people took out cameras and camera phones and began to document what lay
ahead of them. One man even had a pair of binoculars, which he passed
around to not only his young children, but to several other curious
What kind of twisted individual wants a picture of a
high-speed car accident? I can imagine these people leafing through photo
albums with their grandchildren some day... "This is Disney World.
This is the White House. This is where I was lucky enough to see someone
lying on the side of the road with his head crushed." Sick bastards.
One evening I was following my husband to a
pub for a get-together of his co-workers, I had our infant in my car. We
slowed down to take a left turn, using our directionals. My husband turned,
and as I started to turn some jerk in a red sports car passed me on
the left. Now I was turning left so I almost hit the
jackass. If you must pass someone turning left you pass on the
This happened many years before the term road rage
existed. I had taken the bus to the downtown area and was waiting to
cross an intersection when I heard loud honking and saw an irate woman
screaming at the driver ahead to MOVE. He couldn't--they had the red
light and people were in the intersection. Somehow I filed the
information on this woman's car in my mind. A few weeks later I had
taken the bus to the downtown and was waiting to cross at the same
intersection when the same car and same driver came up behind a driver
waiting at the red light. This time there was no one behind her.
She backed up a bit, then rammed his car, and then went around him and on
her merry way.
A few years ago my husband, myself and our daughter (at
the time about a year old) were driving north to visit my family.
This is a drive that generally takes about 7 hours, switching from highway
to highway, a bit tedious but worth it to see my family.
We were moving from a highway to a toll road in the middle of the
mountains between Pennsylvania and New York. The entrance to the
toll road was narrow with only 1 out of 3 tollbooths open. Needless
to say the line to get through the tollbooth was long and full of 18 wheel
trucks. The line moved along slowly, but it did move along.
One of our pet peeves is people who see a long line and
instead of waiting their turn attempt to cut in (even at the danger of
causing an accident). Which is what a woman (and we later saw, her 2
children) decided to do. We had been waiting about 30 minutes and
were getting closer to the tollbooth when she tried to nose her car in
line infront of us (and about 5 other cars). As you may guess we did
not let her in. The line moved along and 5 minutes later we
were on the toll road, the woman and her car forgotten. About 45
minutes later my husband told me that he noticed that when ever he made a
lane or speed change a car about 10 cars back would do the same. I
looked in the side mirror and noticed the same car that tried to cut in
line making the same speed and lane changes as we did.
After about 20 minutes the woman and her car caught up
with us. She pulled up in the left lane, deliberately
sneered/laughed at us and sped away. It was then that we noticed the
2 children in the back. While we may have been at fault for
being ungenerous in the toll line, I till this day do not understand why
someone would deliberately follow another car full of people and things
that you do not know about with their children in the car. It seems
to me to be too dangerous just to pass someone who you think you have the
right to be in front of. Why risk yourself or your children?
It was pouring rain by the time I got to the movie
theater parking lot. This is a cinema with 18 theaters and, you guessed
it, not nearly enough parking spaces. I've never been one to sit and wait
10 minutes to get a space near the door; I usually just find whatever's
available and park there. But it was raining, as noted, and dark.
Anyway, after 15 minutes (by the clock) of circling, I
saw a car with brake lights on, about to pull out. I backed up slightly
and pulled to one side so I wouldn't block anyone, put on my turn signal,
and even rolled down my window and put my arm out to signal a turn. I did
everything but hang up a sign saying, "I'm taking this parking
Guess what -- In the time it took the car to back out, a
huge SUV pulled in from the other end of the lot and proceeded to position
himself to take the space. I motioned for him to please roll down my
window and politely explained, "I've been waiting fifteen minutes for
this space, sir." His response: "It's just a space." Great,
I thought, he's going to let me have it.
WRONG! He barreled in, and as he did, I saw his
personalized license plate: 2HISGLORY. As he and his wife and three
children got out of the SUV, I thought, what a nice example for someone
who displays his faith on his license plate to set for his children.
P.S. I found a space at the farthest end of the parking
lot, but somehow, I didn't mind.
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