Road RageLast week I had to stop a guy attacking another one in the middle of the road - one had run the lights whilst on the phone and the other had objected. I actually had to take the attacker's car keys out of their car and tell him he wasn't getting them back till he calmed down.
Looking back on it, I was lucky I was feeling all parental and in control or the situation could have panned out very differently.
Have you lost it on the roads, or have you been on the recieving end of some nutter?
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chthonic, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
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I'm guilty.My most memorable moment of road rage happened years ago. There was one lane in each direction and I was heading north. Another car was heading south. We were just arriving at an intersection when a car heading east completely ignored a stop sign and drove between us. I slammed on my breaks in panic, scared but resigned that an accident was happening. Miraculously I stopped scant inches away from the oblivious driver who continued on. The other innocent guy and I sat for a minute or two in utter disbelief.
After shock came rage. I started following the bad guy. I sped up, caught up to him and followed him. He saw me, he tried evading. I followed him as he twisted and turned, my rage building. Eventually he knew he wasn't going to lose me. He decided to face his fate. He pulled into an empty parking lot, I drove up to him. Only then did I wonder what I had in mind. I realized that killing him was perhaps not a valid option. Instead, for some reason, I assumed a look of wrath and wordlessly I slowly reached out my arm and pointed at him with my index finger. I had in mind that I looked sort of like the Angel of Death. He cowered. I drove away. What the hell did I think I was doing?
(, Fri 13 Oct 2006, 1:57, Reply)
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