I created road rage and I am happy about it. The guy was a total jerk.
Here is what happened. The family drove my daughter Celine to soccer camp at Sauk Valley near Michigan International Speedway. After 20 seconds of tears from Celine the rest of the family headed west on M-12 for a quick trip to East Lansing to bring food to the in-laws.
M-12 is a two lane highway and I allowed myself about four to five car lengths while following a car going about 65 miles per hour. I was in no rush so I followed and did not try to pass. Then comes jerk boy from behind. He cruises up and wants to pass. I am cool with that. He jets the engines and passes me and makes a circular motion with his arm for me to speed up.
I shook my head as he settled in between me and the next car. He passes the next car and does the same thing.
Less than two miles later he pulls over to his destination, probably saving himself a whopping 10 seconds on his trip. By the time I got to him he was just stepping out of his car so I gave him the circular motion in jest.
My man was so mad. He was this fat dude with a belly that looked like a much softer version of Plymouth Rock. I know this because home boy was not wearing a shirt. He jumped up and down and screamed at me and gave me the finger. I kept looking in the rear view mirror and he was hopping mad for a full five seconds as I sped down the highway.
Jerk boy wanted to fight. He made my day. I laughed so hard I could not contain myself.
He was a classic example of a person who can dish it out but cannot take it.
I am guilty of road rage myself. I hate the person who tries to squeeze you out of merging into one lane when they are behind you. Traffic is slow any way. So what is the rush?And of course the ultimate in road rage happens when the little old lady makes the slow turn in front of you on Telegraph causing you to stand on the brakes or swirving to avoid their car.
What are you road rage stories?