First off, I would like to say that yes, I’m aware that road rage isn’t cool, nor is it something to brag about. I also am not condoning it. So with that said, here’s the road rage thread. Yay.
So, as some of you might already know, or not know, I have a very large hatred for full size pick-up trucks, because I was rear-ended by one. Mostly Ford f-250’s. I’ll hate a f150 here and there too though. Chevy’s and Dodge’s, not so much, because I never really notice them driving like complete fucking douchebags. And I’m sorry if you’re trying to make up for your dick size, but that doesn’t mean you’re the king of the road.
So anyway, I’m taking a nice drive home, rockin’ my mom’s jeep, driving in the left lane, because I’m passing people like a mofo. I’m going about 5-10 over the speed limit. Again, I don’t condone speeding either, but sorry, I love to speed. But anyway, back to the story…
So I take a peak in my rear view, and what do I see? I see a huge mother fucking pickup truck on my ass. Like, riding so close, if anything would have happened, he woulda touched my back bumper. The light we were approaching was red, so I started so slow down nervously, because, I’m not about to get rear ended again. As I was approaching the light, it turned green, so I stomped on it, trying to get out of the way of this dude. I get way ahead of him, and get into the right lane. But of course, there was this slow ass PT cruiser, so I get back into the left lane to pass that guy. When I look back in my mirror, dudebro was back.
I could NOT get away from this dude. And now we’re getting into some more traffic up ahead, and there was no room for me to get into the right lane. But this dude did not give a shit, and still continued to ride my ass like if I was in a smaller car, he would just drive right over me. Now we’re coming into town where the speed limit drops from 55 to 40. I look and I’m still going around 50-55, because this dude wouldn’t get the fuck away from me. I was scared to slow down. Then all of a sudden, he passes me in the median/turning lane, and cuts me off so bad to the point that I had to slam on my brakes in order to not hit him.
So what did I do?
I rode his ass through the entire stretch of Derby, laying on the horn. Fuck you, dude. Fuck you.
Cliffs: I won.
oh, and inb4someonesayspms. nope.
Come on boys, tell me what you got.