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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As a BMW driver, I am always being picked on.
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Everyone assumes that if you drive a Beemer, especially a big fuck off M series one, you are too fast, dangerous, rude and obnoctious. Well I'm here on behalf of BMW drivers to put this right.
I did, once accidentally cut in front of a sales rep in a Mondeo while I was listening to "I'm Sorry, I haven't A Clue", on Radio 4. I was laughing like an idiot, and as soon as I had realised my error, I put my hand up as a way of gesturing an apollogy to the other driver. Unfortunately, he must have thought I had given him the finger and was laughing at him. He followed me for a few miles out into the Cambridgeshire Fens and had now drawn closer to me, just a few inches from my rear bumper flashing his headlights and sounding his horn. I flicked my break lights a couple of times and watched his bonnet dip and him dropping back, which must have pissed him off even more. Eventually he pulled alongside me at a junction and signaled me to open my window, which I did. He then began a torrent of abuse using the words 'fucking' and 'cunt' several times in every phrase. Fair enough I though, let him have his rant, after all, I hate rude drivers and often growl at twats who cut me up. After he had had his say, I actually apologised to him, but this made no difference at all. By now, he was becomming a little tiresome and I turned to him, and by now I was getting a tad angry too. I looked at him and shouted, "Look you twat, I've apologised, now it that's not good enough for you, you can fuck off". With this I closed my window and moved away but he wanted more and began to follow me. I drove a few miles with this bloke glued to my rear bumper, with the driver still popping veins in his neck, gesturing at me with fists, one finger, two fingers, and I could see him almost bouncing out of his seat, still very very angry.
After a couple of miles, in the middle of nowhere, I had enough. I had tried to say sorry, I put my hands up and recognised my mistake, but this bloke was furious and wanted blood. A few miles on I could take no more of this and abruptly stopped. He pulled up behind me and we both leapt out of our cars and another heated arguement began, only this time face to face, then he decided he was going to hit me and sure enough he took a swing at me. I blocked the punch and was now holding him, face down on the road trying to get him to calm down, but he wouldn't have any of it. I warned him again and again but he continued to shout abuse and threats at me so eventually I had to let him go. He spung to his feet and again, tried to land a punch. Again I blocked it and this time he ended up going arse first into the mud which made him even worse. He was now almost crying with rage and again tried to attack me. I had no alternative and had to deck him. I put him back in his car, let down one of his tyres and drove off. Wasn't his day really, was it?
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Captn Hood-Butter is not dead yet., Fri 13 Oct 2006, 11:29,
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