Post your Road Rage (or just minor inconveniences here.)
As I write this, there is a thread about people killing people due to Road Rage.
This is Road Rage for the rest of us... the survivors...
Post your Road Rage (or just minor inconveniences here.)
As I write this, there is a thread about people killing people due to Road Rage.
This is Road Rage for the rest of us... the survivors...
Today, I was driving home, and nearing a two lane gap in a three lane road, and construction area. I merged from the right, closed lane, to the middle lane.
I've seen aggressive drivers before, but this driver on my left, blocked on the left by a slower driver, merged into my lane... by merged into my lane, I mean he pushed me out of my lane or else we crash.
I moved out of the way, and we both continued without confrontation, but it was seriously one of the most technical driving experiences I have ever had to not let him hit me.
I don't really do Road Rage... but this would have been such an opportunity.
-John
Ludacris is playing at the Colorado State Fair this year.
Per Ardua ad Astra
I don't actually understand road rage either. When a driver darts across 3 lanes of traffic to make an exit, then decides that wasn't the exit they needed after all and darts back in front of me suddenly going 20 under the speed limit, causing me to lock it up or tactically acquire lane space next to me, I just figure they are 1) an idiot, and 2) having a worse day than I am. I generally just roll with the punches, but I will admit my youngest son learned a new swear word when that exact scenario happened when he was 3.
I saw this happen again on 8/13 at 3:32 PM (according to my dash camera) going northbound at the Nevada exit. I was sure I was going to have to make room in the middle lane without much notice. But this donkey didn't actually make it back into traffic. He took out a road sign and ended up in the grass between the offramp and the interstate. The dash camera shows him cut over and then try to cut back, but it goes out of frame before he hits the sign. I did get to hear myself say "Well, a bad driver never misses his exit" while driving though...
Most traffic related issues are mild inconveniences and are simply not worth getting worked up over. It's a lot cheaper to just laugh (or cuss a little) and move on.
Last edited by Little Dutch; 08-23-2024 at 19:54.
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There are well over a dozen basic road rage scenarios.
Most are due to actions (or inactions) of the "victim": deliberately cutting a faster driver off from passing, brake checking, misuse of the horn, shouted insults, offensive gestures... which they then proceed to escalate.
Sometimes a road rager is just crazy and seeking a random target, or they hate your bumper stickers, or perhaps they misidentified your vehicle as belonging to someone else... but 90% of the time the "victim" started it, yet assert they were targeted "for no reason."
My recent fav.:
Driving down a 50mph road.
Scobaru turns into road doing 20mph.
I have to hit brakes to avoid making him a new hood ornament.
What ever.
At stop light he becomes Mario Andretti.
A mile in, he slows down.
Still driving the speed limit, I lane change 6-8 car links ahead.
Next thing I know he on my a$$. All I see is windshield.
Look back a second time and I see both middle fingers, banging on the steering wheel and I'm sure lots of profanity.
This lasts about a mile and he turns into the local community college.
What ever dood.
Micheal HoffHard times make strong men
Strong men create good times
Good times create weak men
Weak men create hard times
One piece of advice: invest in a good dash cam…. If you are alone in your car, it’s his version vs yours… until you show the videos to the officers or the judge.
"The French soldiers are grand. They are grand. There is no other word to express it."
- Arthur Conan Doyle, A visit to three fronts (1916)
Nothing like, seeing the “lane closed” sign and waiting until you are 100 feet from the cones to try and squeeze in…. Thank god for my dash cam….
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That's how it supposed to done. It's called zippering.