ROAD RAGE STORIES THREAD

The guy was middle aged...he won't change, and I don't care.

Im in my 40's and about 10 years ago I realized that when its obvious that someone is going to get me to lose my temper , its best to act BEFORE I lose it.

It's been liberating and ,oddly enough, I get into LESS trouble.

some dik cut me off on the way home . i was so pissed off i tossed my beer at them .

I love how you raged at him about being a doucher for raging.

Stay classy.

Damn!!

Absolutely true - cross my heart!

I ended up ripping off the V6 emblem that's sold with the car in the end - just to stop men wanting to race me.

Another dude in a Mercedes did a similar thing...cut in front of me and put on his brakes...so i held back ...didn't react..he continued to slow down...forcing me to a stop....so i flipped to the other lane and zoomed away.
I slowed down once he was out of shot and i see him coming up the rear again...driving insanely fast..and again cuts infront of me and starts braking.
As he went by me i saw he had a little girl in the front passenger seat...she looked at me scared shitless!

I pulled off and rejoined after stopping at the garage. I couldn't believe he would drive like that with his young girl in the car.

Alot of Men (NOT ALL!!!!) use their cars as extensions of their tiny pricks and turn the roads into an egoic grand prix!

;-)

NOOOOO!

Don't waste beer on idiots!

That's crazy. Glad you're safe!

ya my dad is pretty big and intimidating looking,but i think it was also the guy not expecting anyone to actually get out....i just remember this "oh shit" look he made when he saw my dads door start opening.

Awesome!

Alright everyone. I am heading out. Thanks for the responses and stories!

Happy doomsday eve everyone!

I road rage so much. I can't stand when I do it but stupid, rude and ignorance just sets me off.

Anyhow.. I have a juicy road rage story.

Chick rear ended me.. I checked her out when I passed her and she was a cell phone zombie. So I'm driving and come to a stop and WHAM!! she rear ended me.. I had noticeable damage but it was no where near as bad as it sounded.

I knew she was on her phone before so when I got out of the car I just lost it cause this was just a stupid accident...

Well she just starts tearing up more and more as i let loose insult after insult about how fucking dumb she is... stupid fucking bitch.. fucking dumb whore..etc..etc

Her tearing and crying kind of mad me feel bad and I couldn't stay mad at someone being so docile and seemingly helpless.. she really was a typical dumb blonde but she wasn't a bitch at all..

she begged me not to call the police.. blah..blah.. didn't want to lose any more points on her license.. she said she would pay me back as she could.. and we exchanged numbers.

I never expected to ever hear from her again but about 2 weeks later she calls me up and says she has some cash to give me and if I could stop by..

Well it wasn't nearly enough cash.. but she had on spandex workout shorts and running bra with her nipples pointing out..girl was in fucking shape.. and (as i later would find out had great implants)

Not to go into much more details I'll sum up with this. She payed me back numerous times but never gave me any more money.. and she said something I'll never forget the first time we started going at it.. "Now you get to rear end me"

This was a few years ago.. hadn't seen her again.. she moved or something.. really grew fond of her but she stopped calling after awhile..

once I flicked off this sexy milf, she followed me like a sex starved hooligan....damn!! the stories that could of ensued.

:newwoody:

i'd propose to her in a heart beat if i ran into her..

How coincidental you should ask.



About fifteen years ago my wife and I were driving to Mississippi to see her Grandmother and Aunts,Uncles for Xmas. We were in a rental, a Gallant and it ran great. So weird when we were in North Florida the day before a 5 gallon bucket flies off a truck in front of us and careens off the front bumper at 70mph. It left no mark what so ever. Remember that for later.



So when I would go up there I would always take my guns because Miss. is a fairly gun friendly state and you can shoot almost anywhere like on the Yazzoo River. So I just to try and do the right thing. I keep them in the trunk going over different state lines just in case I get stopped, but they are loaded. What good is an unloaded gun when you need it, right?



Later that night in backwoods country fuck Miss., we take a back way in to where we are going that we have never been through before for a change-up. Some little town we are going through my wife tells me suddenly to take a left since she's navigating, using a map the old school way. The left is next to a convenience store and there is this piece of crap looking K-car I think it was with one headlight just getting ready to pull out in the direction that we were going and we must have cut him off only to the point where he had to break or he would have pulled out in front of us.



So now we are heading up hill after about a half mile and the wife says she has to piss. I'm looking for a pull-off so she can open the door on her side and squat. We have forgotten about this guy behind us (it was a guy), as he had disappeared in the mirror but here he comes, probably because I had slowed down. I got back up to the speed limit and this guy tries to pass us going uphill at a decent grade, double yellow line and all so I do slow down for his underpowered piece of crap but he can't make it in time as a car tops the hill coming at us. So he has to back-off and fall behind me but now I need to speed up to give him an advantage to fall behind and he does. He starts to get closer to my bumper no doubt all pissed off at me for his stupidity so I punch it and leave him in the dust, one eyed winker and all in the mirror.



So me and the wife make some distance and after a couple miles we don't see hide-nor-hair of his ass and now we are looking for a piss spot again. Remember, the middle of nowhere!

So as you may have guessed, here he comes again but we are doing 55 and he's back a ways and coming and coming and I slow down to about 50 and he slams into the back of the car and it rebounds him some backwards and we steer straight regardless and keep going. Now I'm thinking SHIT!, fucking gun's in the trunk. He does it AGAIN. We are then approaching a "T" intersection to another back road. There's a stop sign so I need to slow down enough to do a California stop at least and he slams us again when were doing 10mph but hits the right rear with his front left as I steered left on him enough just before he hit us and he slid off the road next to me also on the right side of the road next to the sign in a bunch of pea-gravel. He ends up facing my wife's door about 20 feet away and if I would have had my shotgun or pistol in my hand right then he would have been drilled through the windshield and doors right then, no hesitation.



He then punches it in the gravel straight for my wife's door. I quickly turn the wheel hard to the left and nail it and sling a 55 mph shower all at his windshield and get out of the way just as he slips past the rear of the car. I have no idea how much damage there might be to the car but it performs like a scalded dog as I fly diagonally through the intersection as there are no cars but one had just passed by going south, the direction I'm going now and not the way I want to go but I need to get some distance quickly to get to a place where I can pull over and grab my gun. We fly by the car that had passed by, a Cadillac while we were on a bridge. By then the give a shit factor had gone out the door. It's Xmas eve by the way as we come barreling into a farm house dirt driveway that is lit up and a nice old place with a large black man on the dimly lit porch.



It felt stupid as we pulled up but we were terrorized and as we stop at the top of the curved dirt driveway the wife jumps out to quickly blab to the man what the hell is going on and I'm in and out of the trunk in three second with my 357 in my hand poised over the trunk to conceal most of my body with it pointing towards the entrance to the driveway opening in the perimeter fence.

Sure enough, he pulls into the opening with his one eyed willy but stops there as I would think he should see that nice shiny pistol pointing at him and by now you know I want to drill his ass but maintain resolve and it becomes a three minute standoff as I am just waiting for him to step out of the car because at this distance I know he can't do much through a curved windshield and I'm ready for something to come sticking out.



The black man's relatives called the Sheriff and he must have sensed it and left. We were very thankful to that family and especially for rudely interrupting their evening. When the Sheriff got there he was a large black man with a cowboy hat. We tell him the story and he says, "I think I just saw that car back at the intersection". The cocksucker was waiting for us. You know he had a lead deficiency. The Sheriff went back to check before we left but he was gone. When we got to her crazy relatives they thought that was the funniest shit they had heard in a while. Crazy ass sippians. And by the way, there wasn't a mark on the car. You absolutely could not find a mark as the bumper had done it's job collapsing and popping back out. The car steered and felt fine.



So, the most important thing here is, keep em' loaded and within reach be-damned the various state laws. They won't be there to protect you when you need them.



Second, If you are out there Motherfucker reading this you are a lucky man that night. I'm a damned good shot. Had you had your share of lead that night I would have turned south and the gun of the supposed crime would have ended up in a river somewhere on the way back home and I would have never come back. Probably the Mayor's drunken looser son that has always been in trouble and the town drunk. How do you think that would go for me in backwoods country fuck town?

I drive all day for a living. I'm sure you're blind to some of the airhead things women try to pull off.You sound like you might be a bumper leach looking for some sympathy. Just a thought. Maybe they just didn't like the way you put on your makeup.

1950, Goofy road rage cartoon:










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Sorry, put it in the wrong place.

"Well, believe it or not,so was mine".

PEOPLE GET KILLED FOR SHIT LIKE THAT. WATCH YOURSELF

Some people do stupid/dangerous things when driving and it annoys me, then about a minute later I think "Damn I should have beeped the horn!!!"

That's about as far as I have gone with road rage lol.

Had a group of bikers going SO SLOW they could barely keep their bikes upright, some with 'ladies' on the back, heading out of the small city, covering BOTH lanes so it was impossible to pass.

Finally one made a 'mistake' about a mile later, and I WAS able to pass. Guy bilker alone, starts following me, waving his fist. I'm driving my Pontiac Catalina station wagon . We make a U to get on a two lane road to an entrance ramp to major interstate. He speeds up to pass; I speed up to keep him next to my door. When we get to the on ramp, I yell out the window, " Come ON, A hole ' motioning for him to stay beside me. I intended to turn the wheel suddenly right, then left when he got abreast of me, fishtailng my rear end sending him and his bike into/over the guard rail, and tell the officer "Gee, I didn't' know he was passing me on the one lane entrance ramp. ! Accidents WILL HAPPEN ! "

He decided to live !

Eagle

a catalina wagon ? so you been waiting 40 years to tell your mctoughguy story ? loser

Ahahaha...

Morning for a fun thread.

It's a good thing he didn't have a gun. That's what worries me, the nut jobs who think nothing of blowing someone away for just flipping them the bird.

Also, he knows where you live. I know it's hard to not give into the temptation of flipping someone off or yelling at them but you just never know who you're dealing with.

I don't have any road rage stories as I've never driven a car in my life. All I need is my Metro Card lol

Last Edited by geminilion on 12/21/2012 07:53 AM

I hear ya.

The thing I thought was weird is, why would he be so pissed in the first place? He was the one who almost hit me, I am the one who had to swerve to avoid the collision, yet apparently he is super sensative to the finger...



I thought for sure we were going to fight. He had that look, and he was clinching his fist. I was ready, if he would've swung he would've got laid out.....or I would've mis timed my move and I would've got laid out...lol

I even had little butterflies, it's been a good 5 yrs since I was in any kind of altercation. Plus I promised myself I would never fight again unless I absolutely had to. So I'm glad it didn't come to that.