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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Don't get me started!!!It’s a bit like guns isn’t it. Guns don’t kill people; people do…but people WITH guns can do it so much easier. So it is with cars: cars don’t turn people into arseholes, they are arseholes already, the car just gives extra expression to their arseholiness and makes them potentially lethal.
I only got my license after having a baby, as we lived in London, and you don’t want to drive in London unless you have to. As a result I’ve always tried to be a laid back, philosophical driver. I don’t like fights (as you may know), and have managed to avoid them by the tactic of avoiding dickheads and resisting the temptation to ‘teach them a lesson’ by tailgating the tailgator etc.
I do suffer from road rage though and frequently resort to beeping my little horn or flashing lights while turning the air inside the car blue with some well-chosen epithets.
My daily commute is along a single lane A-road which has one c.mile long stretch of dual carriageway. Why is that people can slow down to 30 or 40mph when going through a village but have to drive at 90mph when the road goes dual carriageway?? The most they can do is get maybe four cars ahead in a virtual 30 mile convoy of cars/lorries heading the same way and yet they’ll try to overtake one last car (probably doing 70) at the very end of the dual stretch before slamming on the brakes as the limit drops to 40.
I get frustrated behind the knob that drives at 45 when the limit is 50 or 60, but hey, it only means I get to work five minutes later than I would have done. I’d much rather that than end in a smash because some leap-frogging numpty has to pull back in front of me to avoid a head-on collision with a salesman talking on his mobile.
Which reminds me, I was nearly knocked down crossing the road the other week by some young dude driving too fast with one hand while talking on his phone with a fag in his mouth, squinting because of the smoke! I nearly jumped out in front of him just to teach him a lesson.
And I’ve invented a hand signal for drivers that don’t indicate: I point at their lights an
(, Mon 16 Oct 2006, 14:31, Reply)
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