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So Friday morning driving down the freeway I'm in no rush of any kind when I exit to head West from going South. The mood is elevated, but demeanor is good. Foo Fighters are being played at high volume and despite the sore throat...singing along occurs. As I make my way on the exit I come to the set of lights which "meter" drivers onto the other freeway. For those not familiar with these meters, they are two small stop lights that are designed to break up traffic during high commuting times.
Anyway, like a good citizen (at least at this point) I stop to await the 10 second or so for my light to turn green. Apparently this choice is unacceptable by the driver of a brand new mercedez behind me. With arms flailing and mouthed words that I must assume are less than civil he tries to swerve around me. Instinctively I gun my 89 town car jack knifed across the exit and cut him off as we both begin flying toward the merge lane of our destination freeway. Middle fingers are exchanged along with more mouthed verbal vomit and just as we come up to merge (myself in front, he right on my tail) I slam on the brakes forcing said driver to slam on his brakes to avoid driving right through the back of my car.
Now I'm forced (as a result of my own actions) to merge with traffic going 60+ MPH while I'm going about 15 and the town car doesn't have the best acceleration....by some act of God I make it to work with a few more exchanged dirty looks.
Immediately following this altercation only one thing is going through my head.......I'm an idiot. I'm usually a bigger man than this, especially on the road.....I never have much reason to be in a hurry and don't find it conducive to my mood to make driving life more difficult for other drivers who have some place to get to just like me.
I'm pretty sure I did this for one reason. Well two, A) the guy was an asshole, and
he was driving a mercedez. When I decided to slam on the brakes I knew my mentality was that this guy in no way will want to hit my car. In fact it's likely that his front bumper and grille, which were just a few inches from being dragged down the freeway by my trailer hitch, are worth more than my entire car. I exploited this fact to my full advantage....and on occasion I don't mind pointing out to people who are being rude how unacceptable their actions are......but at what cost.
I end up spending the rest of the day upset at my childish behavior and stewing over what kind of accident could've resulted cause I wouldn't let one asshole get away. Instead, I just let him create another asshole. Perhaps this is why the kids tried to put gum in my hair....Kharma?
Anyway, like a good citizen (at least at this point) I stop to await the 10 second or so for my light to turn green. Apparently this choice is unacceptable by the driver of a brand new mercedez behind me. With arms flailing and mouthed words that I must assume are less than civil he tries to swerve around me. Instinctively I gun my 89 town car jack knifed across the exit and cut him off as we both begin flying toward the merge lane of our destination freeway. Middle fingers are exchanged along with more mouthed verbal vomit and just as we come up to merge (myself in front, he right on my tail) I slam on the brakes forcing said driver to slam on his brakes to avoid driving right through the back of my car.
Now I'm forced (as a result of my own actions) to merge with traffic going 60+ MPH while I'm going about 15 and the town car doesn't have the best acceleration....by some act of God I make it to work with a few more exchanged dirty looks.
Immediately following this altercation only one thing is going through my head.......I'm an idiot. I'm usually a bigger man than this, especially on the road.....I never have much reason to be in a hurry and don't find it conducive to my mood to make driving life more difficult for other drivers who have some place to get to just like me.
I'm pretty sure I did this for one reason. Well two, A) the guy was an asshole, and
I end up spending the rest of the day upset at my childish behavior and stewing over what kind of accident could've resulted cause I wouldn't let one asshole get away. Instead, I just let him create another asshole. Perhaps this is why the kids tried to put gum in my hair....Kharma?
Usually, I give those people very wide distance.