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Crazy, crazy driver
I will be the first to admit that my driving is far from perfect but still ......
So there I am driving to work on a stretch of road that is a dual carriageway with a speed limit of 100 km/h. I am in the left hand lane and realise that there is a small van in front of me doing about 80. I look in my rear vision mirror and there is only a white ute behind me in the right lane but with a big enough gap that my car can slide in quite easily. I indicate with my right indicator and wait the obligatory 3 seconds. As I look in my rear vision mirror, I see that the ute immediately accelerated to start to close the gap so I couldn't enter. I figure that I have given my 3 second warning so I am going. He accelerates even more and I have to swerve to avoid being rammed by him.
I should have realised that I was in the company of a madman but I couldn't help myself - I flipped him the bird. Bad, bad mistake! I continue driving and he now pulls up alongside me and is yelling and screaming at me, besides himself with rage. I mean the full box and dice - eyes like organ stops, purple face, spittle dripping from his slavering jaws, veins bulging - a picture of total rage. Realising what I have just done, I just look away and keep driving - but no, that's not good enough for him. He keeps pace with me, keeping the rant going, the inside of his rolled up passenger side window now blurring for the sheer amount of spittle that he has sprayed out.
Of course, he's not looking where he's going and so has to jam his brakes on when he nearly rams into the rear end of the vehicle in front of him, Somewhere in all of this, the slow-moving van in my lane has gone so I take off, back to 100 while he now gets stuck behind a slower car. Relief that I have left the loon behind are short-lived as I see him swing into my lane behind me, running a car off the road and onto the hard-shoulder. The ute comes tearing up the road at me.
My right turn is coming up so I switch to the right lane and he sticks in the left, again keeping level with me, still ranting and raving. We come to the traffic lights - both my right turn arrow and his straight-ahead light are red. I stop but he is too busy making obscene gestures at me, sometimes with both hands off the wheel I might add, that he goes straight through the lights, fortunately hitting no crossing vehicles.
And then, oh sweet siren of safety, a cop car is on the opposite side, sees him run the red and takes off after him, having done a u-turn across the median strip. I was almost tempted not to turn just so I could drive past him after the cop got him. But I decided that my life would be better and safer if I never saw him again!
And that's how I stared my morning with a brush with death! YAY me!
So there I am driving to work on a stretch of road that is a dual carriageway with a speed limit of 100 km/h. I am in the left hand lane and realise that there is a small van in front of me doing about 80. I look in my rear vision mirror and there is only a white ute behind me in the right lane but with a big enough gap that my car can slide in quite easily. I indicate with my right indicator and wait the obligatory 3 seconds. As I look in my rear vision mirror, I see that the ute immediately accelerated to start to close the gap so I couldn't enter. I figure that I have given my 3 second warning so I am going. He accelerates even more and I have to swerve to avoid being rammed by him.
I should have realised that I was in the company of a madman but I couldn't help myself - I flipped him the bird. Bad, bad mistake! I continue driving and he now pulls up alongside me and is yelling and screaming at me, besides himself with rage. I mean the full box and dice - eyes like organ stops, purple face, spittle dripping from his slavering jaws, veins bulging - a picture of total rage. Realising what I have just done, I just look away and keep driving - but no, that's not good enough for him. He keeps pace with me, keeping the rant going, the inside of his rolled up passenger side window now blurring for the sheer amount of spittle that he has sprayed out.
Of course, he's not looking where he's going and so has to jam his brakes on when he nearly rams into the rear end of the vehicle in front of him, Somewhere in all of this, the slow-moving van in my lane has gone so I take off, back to 100 while he now gets stuck behind a slower car. Relief that I have left the loon behind are short-lived as I see him swing into my lane behind me, running a car off the road and onto the hard-shoulder. The ute comes tearing up the road at me.
My right turn is coming up so I switch to the right lane and he sticks in the left, again keeping level with me, still ranting and raving. We come to the traffic lights - both my right turn arrow and his straight-ahead light are red. I stop but he is too busy making obscene gestures at me, sometimes with both hands off the wheel I might add, that he goes straight through the lights, fortunately hitting no crossing vehicles.
And then, oh sweet siren of safety, a cop car is on the opposite side, sees him run the red and takes off after him, having done a u-turn across the median strip. I was almost tempted not to turn just so I could drive past him after the cop got him. But I decided that my life would be better and safer if I never saw him again!
And that's how I stared my morning with a brush with death! YAY me!