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This is why I hate driving and being on the freeway

ShenziSixaxis

ShenziSixaxis

Sticking To The Ceiling
So last night after eating, going to Costo, while we're getting on the freeway from a two lane street, some car on the right wouldn't yeild. My mom knows this, but this tard doesn't, so he almost hits the back half of the car with his front half. My mom noted that after this he got right behind us and put his bright lights on.

So by the time we've gone through the construction zone that's been there for some time with my mom forgetting about the 55 mph speed limit there (durr hurr), we're on the far left hand lane right as we pass the exit ramp just before ours and when the interstate goes into more rural areas. I don't remeber what my mom said, but here comes a little white sedan blazing right past us and actually in our lane a bit so his car is like 3 inches away from ours and whips in front of us and slams on his breaks.

No, we didn't hit him since my mom figured this might happen, but right after he let off the break and started going again we both went flying to grab a notebook and cell phone. Since it was dark as hell by then I had to get my phone out since mom couldn't find hers, open it up (it's a little flipphone), and dial 911 for her. Just before I did that I wrote the license plate down in my notebook, and right before I gave my mom the phone I immediately went into having a rather bad panic attack (for me).

So highway patrol has/had a lookout for him and my mom'll call later, 'cause she was really pissed since I was in the car with, and I would have definitely hit him. We did finish doing what we needed to do last night, but that was pretty bad.

Last night I had a hell of a time sleeping because either I was thinking about that, having a dream (not nightmare) about it, or the memory went through my mind again.

Not to mention I woke up with a migraine this morning, and Danon's Greek style plain yogurt tastes horrible. Thank god the vanilla doesn't.
 
Sounds like everyday traffic, here. It could have been worse. We've had people do shiza like that to us, AND trying to get the Pitbull-type dog in their vehicle all riled up and ready to attack. We've had f'd up meth-heads or drunks do the same kind of crap that you guys went through. Heck, just 2 days ago, we saw a young woman in a sedan pull out RIGHT in front of us, ignoring HER stop sign, then immediately go through another stop sign without stopping, almost getting herself rear-ended by a car coming up alongside her. She never appeared to notice or check her mirrors, which is why, just seconds later, she sideswiped another car while she changed lanes without looking, first. We've had boys in ricers pass us going up a steep hill (they couldn't see if anyone was oncoming), then, just because they were apparently p'o'd that we weren't going 60 in a 25 mph zone, brake hard in front of us, and burn rubber at us for a couple of minutes before carrying on their way. There's a lot of people out there on the roads with anger management problems, it seems.... No wonder insurance premiums are higher in urban areas!

Don't even get me started on rural areas, where at least half, if not more, of the drivers out there in the dark seem to be drunken boys in big pickup trucks!

Yeah, I don't like freeways, cities, or other drivers much. Can you tell? *grins* Just be glad you and your mom came out of this episode with nothing more than jangled nerves. It could have been much worse!
 
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You know... I mentioned to my mom earlier yesterday when we saw a highway patrol car go by, "Is it me or do they seem to do nothing but drive around and look important?" :rofl:

:laugh: Mrs Z, someone else mentioned they have normal things like that. Makes me kinda happy the Reno/Sparks area in Nevada is rather calm.
 
Mrs Z tell me about it last time going through your city we saw the worst road rage incident. I was so scared I was shaking the guy with the rage was on a motorcycle and had a right to be mad for sure, but he was causing such a stir in bumper to bumper traffic and of course on a bridge. No police of course.
 
Some people live their lives so filled up with garbage that they dump it all over the rest of us.

I betcha that jerk has a life that none of us would want, and a host of health problems to boot. (High cholesterol, blood pressure, etc.)

I think that if cars were less anonymous (they had our names and emails on them in big letters), then we would all drive a lot better.
 
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