It seems there's a new epidemic in America: People cannot ****ing drive .
2 days in a row now, I almost had to beat somebody's face in. I'll be the first to admit, I drive fast. I basically drive for sport, but gracefully, and never do I put anybody else's life in danger.
So yesterday, I'm doing 60 around a curve, nobody in front of me or behind me for a good distance. I'm in the far left lane taking a left curve, there's an open middle lane and right lane. I see an SUV making a right out of a parking lot onto my road, thinking to myself "there's no way that he will come into my lane". Sure enough the ******* pulls across 2 open lanes and into my lane, right in front of me, doing about 10mph. I slam on my brakes, go from 60-0 in nothing flat, and still come <6 inches from the bastard. Needless to say, I'm pissed. Heart is beating out of my chest, adrenaline pumping, I pull up along side of him, laying on my horn. I see some 300lb+ fat piece of **** driving and his friend in the passenger seat. I'm wearing a sleeveless, screaming obsenities at the top of my lungs, and of course they won't put the window down. So he turned left, and I went straight, and that was that.
Then just today, on the same road, but on a different spot, there's another curve that I always take fast. This is a right curve, I'm in the right (inside) lane, and ahead of me there's a Mustang eating up the curve too. So I jump on it, only doing about 65 but accelerating into the curve(I've taken it over 80 before, but only with nobody else on the road). I'm about to pass a new Eclipse (with an exhaust ), who's in the middle lane. I'm already going faster than he is, and accelerating, and right as I reach his back bumper, he throws his turn signal on and moves into my lane very aggressively. Lucky for me I'm ****ing paranoid that someone's gonna hit me whenever I drive, I see this happening and have to hit the brakes pretty ****ing hard so this guy doesn't side swipe me. This is a pretty sharp curve too, and hitting the brakes that hard, I felt my rear end start to fish tail. So I catch this guy at the light and pull behind him, laying on my horn again. I'm leaning out my window screaming at the guy, in a blind fury. "You ****ing *******... Are you ****ing stupid?... I dare you to get the **** out of the car..." This is at a red light with a bunch of cars around. So we go, pull up to the next light, which is red, I pull next to him, he's on my right, both of our windows are down. I take off my seatbelt, basically stand up and lean across the passenger seat and out the window. I see the look on the guys face go from a cocky son of a bitch, to a scared little ***** when he sees the size of me and how pissed off I am. Screaming, I say "What are you ****ing stupid, *******? Are you ****ing retarded?" I can see the fear in his eyes, and he says "What happened, uh... what, what did I do?" Still screaming "You ****ing cut in front of me doing 60 on that ****ing curve back there, you ****ing *******". He says, "I'm sorry man, I'm sorry." I say "you're ****ing right you're sorry". And we're still sitting at this long ass red light, he turns up his stereo a little, and acts like he's making a phone call. So I turn up my system and drown his ass out. Still sitting there, just me and him in front of the pack, waiting for the light to change. I'm shaking, all I can think about is beating his face in. The light turns green, I'm just easing into it, and this ****er takes off like he's gonna prove himself by racing me. So obviously he took me off the line, because I wasn't attempting to race him initially. Instinct sets in, and I rip into it, catch him at the end of 1st, throw it in 2nd and rip right by him, beating him by about 2 car lengths before we had to stop for a red light and other cars already waiting at it. So not only did I make this dude my bitch by screaming at him until he was wetting his pants, but his attempt at redemption was kicked to the curb when my 1.8Turbo **** on his Eclipse (with an exhaust )
I'm not trying to sound like a badass, or tell "war stories", I just need to vent . When somebody puts my car or my life in danger, you bet your ass I'm gonna be pissed beyond words. I really feel sorry for the poor bastard that cuts me off like that and then tries to act brave and gets out of the car, or if somebody actually causes me to have an accident because of something like this. If you guys ever don't see me around for a while, say... 20-Life, it's because I beat somebody to death on the side of the road. Just be sure to write me at Leavenworth.