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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My storyI'd had a bad day with the then-GF, was on my way to Manchester airport to drop her off and had just got onto that dual carrigeway that becomes the M66 after a few miles. Now for those who don't know, the first part of this road is quite a steep hill, and I was driving a ludicriously slow Vauxhall Cavalier turbodiesel. I was in the fast lane, 4th gear, foot to the floor, trying to get the turbo on boost, only doing about 55-60ish but still going faster than those in the inside lane, otherwise I would have been there. When all of a sudden some stupid bint in a Golf decides to undertake me, quite dangerously, whilst beeping her horn.
Well that was it. I snapped. At this exact moment, we reached the top of the hill, and started descending the other side. My car started to pick up speed. I put my hand on the horn and held it there. I chased after her at 80, 85, 90, 95, 100, still blaring my horn at her. I got within a few feet of her bumper, flashing my lights and furiously flipping hte bird. We got to 105 and I was still glued to her backside, beeeeeeeping the horn. I think she must have been absolutely shit scared as she left at the next exit and nearly lost control. Stupid cow.
Psycho? Me? Maybe, but she deserved it.
(, Tue 17 Oct 2006, 9:40, Reply)
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