This motherfucker does a U-turn onto the right lane. There is a huge hauler in front of him, so he starts accelerating to get around that hauler ... and in front of me, in the left lane. I try to accelerate, but goddammit, my car just wasn't fast enough, and this monstrous big black SUV (maybe it's a GMC, I don't know) cuts in front of me.
I still remember what happened last week, so I honk my horn and I flash my lights. Apparently, this asshole has nothing else to do at 5:30 in the morning, so he starts playing chicken with me, slowing down and changing lanes in front of me. He finally lets me pass so I can get onto the highway. I thought I shook him loose because he stayed on the left lane. But as I exit the cloverleaf, the son-of-a-bitch appears up the on-ramp. I know he had no reason to get on the highway by the way he was driving. And as he zoomed past me, I knew he wanted to bait me. Yeah, I dropped the issue. I got him driving where he didn't want to, so I was in his head as much as he is in mine. He went way down the highway, and I took the next exit.
And I hope that's the end of it, but I don't know. I got his license plate, but because he got behind me, I'm sure he's got mine. I didn't get a look at him, though, because that only pisses road rage drivers even more. This goes beyond annoying and into dangerous. I admit that I was scared driving home, and am scared that he's looking for me, not just today but for the next few days, at least. (I'm paranoid enough to think he's already looked up my license plate and knows where I live.) I'll drive a different route for the next week or so, just in case.
Moreover, though, I am disappointed with my car. I really thought it would accelerate when I asked it to, but for some damn reason, when I stepped my foot on the gas, it didn't pick up speed. Did I not press it down all the way, or is my car getting old? Either way, it's embarrassing. I know that I swore I wouldn't do stuff like that again, but ... well, I guess I was hoping I could recapture my masculinity on the road when I felt it was threatened. Maybe more than the possibility that someone might go out of his way to kill me, the takeaway I am taking from this road rage incident is that my car may just be a doddering quasi-jalopy that shouldn't go above 70 miles anymore.
Still, I had to report this prick. Hey, if this guy tags me on the road, somebody has to know who did it.
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