Road Rage
Last 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?
( , Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
Last 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?
( , Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
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Car vs. Pedestrian. Who wins?
I was walking around downtown LA, about to cross the street at a corner with a crosswalk, and a hick in a dirty 70s 4-banger came barreling down the road and turned right directly in front of me, almost taking my left foot off. I slapped the back of his car -- not enough to cause any damage, just to make an audible indication of how upset I was that he came damned close to hitting me. I had already crossed the street when he got out of his car, hollered at me, shot off a series of unsavory epithets, and threatened to kick my ass inside out and backwards. He kept on telling me to come over to settle the matter, but as far as I was concerned, I already got my message across, so I ignored him. What surprised me about the whole thing was how exaggeratedly angry he was with me -- I mean, the trunk of his already thouroughly decayed heap of a vehicle got a bit of a slap while he came quite close to causing me grievous bodily injury. But that's LA for you -- cars trump bikes and people, and no one seems to care about it at all.
( , Fri 13 Oct 2006, 10:04, Reply)
I was walking around downtown LA, about to cross the street at a corner with a crosswalk, and a hick in a dirty 70s 4-banger came barreling down the road and turned right directly in front of me, almost taking my left foot off. I slapped the back of his car -- not enough to cause any damage, just to make an audible indication of how upset I was that he came damned close to hitting me. I had already crossed the street when he got out of his car, hollered at me, shot off a series of unsavory epithets, and threatened to kick my ass inside out and backwards. He kept on telling me to come over to settle the matter, but as far as I was concerned, I already got my message across, so I ignored him. What surprised me about the whole thing was how exaggeratedly angry he was with me -- I mean, the trunk of his already thouroughly decayed heap of a vehicle got a bit of a slap while he came quite close to causing me grievous bodily injury. But that's LA for you -- cars trump bikes and people, and no one seems to care about it at all.
( , Fri 13 Oct 2006, 10:04, Reply)
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