The time: winter of 1994.
The place: the I-225 bypass highway arcing through the eastern suburbs of Denver, including the sprawling wasteland of Aurora.

The situation: driving a friend home from a small gathering before turning the car south and heading to my dwelling in Colorado Springs.

Winter storm conditions were in effect, and I was especially pleased with my standard policy of keeping snow tires year round on my daily drivers; even with the treacherous conditions outside, the small wagon I was driving exhibited no tendencies to kick the rear wheels out or exhibit that frightening floating feeling you get just before you realize the steering wheel and brakes have become mere suggestions instead of control inputs. I had taken the exit connecting southbound I-25 to the northbound 225 loop, and was descending from the "up and over" ramp towards the actual highway lanes, which arced northward along the curve of a shallow slope before taking a long time to merge: the lane itself takes nearly 3/4 mile to finally taper out.

As the lane began its gentle narrowing, I noticed an excessively aggressive driver approaching quickly along the same merging ramp. The driver was using the shoulder area to squeeze past traffic with inches to spare. As traffic was already moving close to the posted limit despite the impending whiteout conditions, I silently thought to myself "that jerk needs to take a break before (s)he hurts somebody." As the driver began passing the front bumper of my shitbox, I goosed the throttle and planted the front corner of my bumper cap squarely behind his rear wheel. Continuing to accelerate, I steered into the offending vehicle to counteract its natural tendency to push my car back to its normal path. I suddenly felt no resistance, and lifted the throttle while carefully correcting the wheel to return my car to its original course. The other vehicle enters a graceful, unrecoverable slow spin, arcing across 3 sloping lanes of traffic. The other drivers have exhibited astonishing prescience and cleared the path, allowing the uncontrolled car to continue its arc and come to rest in the median, which has already become a snow filled trough, with a barely audible "fump". Traffic resumes its pace and the lanes form up normally.

Through all this, my passenger has not said a word. She suddenly utters, "what rotten weather: let's listen to some music" and inserts a CD into the dashboard player. Chris Rea's "Driving Home for Christmas" softly fills the cabin and I am overjoyed to discover this friend is that rarest of automobile accessories: the perfect passenger.

As I was never contacted by the authorities regarding that particular incident despite there being a full score of witnesses to the altercation, I'm guessing everyone else felt it never happened.
( Felis Concolor, Tue 20 Sep 2011, 5:21, 18 replies)

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/PIT_maneuver
AICMFP
( jakedamusss I understand, and dont care., Tue 20 Sep 2011, 5:28, closed)

Add a meme, shake well, and. . .
"Don't PIT me, bro!"
( Felis Concolor, Tue 20 Sep 2011, 7:57, closed)

Another driver was cutting you up,
so you took action so as to cause him to lose control of his vehicle, as you both were approaching traffic?

Please tell me I'm reading this wrong.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Tue 20 Sep 2011, 19:30, closed)

Roadrage & intentionally causing accidents
whilst calling the other driver "a jerk" irony lulz.
EDIT: Early morning lack of coffee misread.
(Misery McUglywife an attention seeking sociopathic fuckstain., Tue 20 Sep 2011, 20:05, closed)

And me...
+1 on the general "you crazy sociopathic twat" theme.

Even if there were no fatalities you still opened up the possibility of a whole load of people having to spend their time dealing with insurance claims, car repairs and other similarly tedious shit that brings a grinding, awfulness to life, when they should have been relaxing with their families.

Tosspot.
(flimflam_machine, Thu 22 Sep 2011, 10:25, closed)