Road Rage Stories

[Chazz 0]

Anything from verbal confrontations, someone that you pissed off following you, to actual physical altercations. Discuss.

[kkktookmybabyaway 0]

Nothing really exciting for me in quite some time. Last thing I can recall is some bitch driving through a stop sign then giving me and the better half a "wave" like we let her in. I reached over (BH was driving) and layed on the horn for 30 seconds or so and called her a fucking bitch. Nothing major.

 

Although in the past year or so I witnessed this: I was driving home from work and this car was zooming in and out of lanes, followed by this van. When they got to the next light, the guy in the van got out and went up to the lady in the car and started flipping out. The lady drove through the red light. In case anything was to go down in a violent way, I took note of the van's plate. That's all...

[Lil' Bitch 0]

I was going down a street near my neighborhood, its a very small one because I saw this hot female walking down all by herself. But then there was this big ass trailer truck that decided to zoom down the damn thing and I had to pull to the side because he nearly ran into me since he took up almost all the room of the God damn road. And I honked my horn with my arm raised in the air in the WTF? gesture, so the driver decided to flip me off.

 

I'm like "OH HELL NO!" So I flipped a bitch, pulled up right next to him, got his attention and flipped him off right back. So he gets all pissed and tries to entice me into a fight right in the middle of the fucking intersection and this dude is obviously bigger so I passed on that and backed up. This motherfucker actually tried to back up INTO ME intentionally. That's the fastest I ever had to switch gears otherwise my car and myself would have been goners. So I take off down the opposite part of the road and I see this fucking asshole actually putting his truck in reverse. I shit you not, he was fucking coming after me. So considering this guy is huge and probably has a weapon, I'll probably going at least 90 mph in a fucking residential zone.

 

I cut a couple of corners just to make sure I lost him. Its okay though, I know where he lives since I saw that's where the truck originally came from. I can get him back anytime I want.

 

Well that's my biggest story so far to date. Other than its the usual horn honk, the middle finger raised, and the cuss words thrown around.

[Chazz 0]

Good Stuff so far!

[Use Your Illusion 0]

I cut a guy off once.

 

No, really.

[Ced 0]

One time on the freeway, this one lady in an SUV tried to pass a slow moving vehicle in the fast lane and came up behind me as a car from the slow lane went in front of me. Now, I believe in the three-second rule so I started letting up on my accelerator a bit to get my cushion, tapping my brake a few times to let the SUV know.

 

Apparently, she didn't recognize the signal and ended up dangerously close to rear-ending me. She slammed her brakes and began honking her horn repeatedly. Then she immediately started riding my ass. I looked around and saw that she could easily merge into either of the lanes to the sides at that point, but she was still riding my ass. I looked in my rear-view mirror and then realized she was ranting about this to some person on her cell phone, which got me to utter "Are you fucking kidding me?"

 

This went on for ten straight minutes until I finally said to myself, "Fuck, OK, bitch" and merged into the slow lane. Without hesitation, the bitch stormed past me and nearly rear ended the car that was in front of me. Since I was in the slow lane, I simply took the next off-ramp and used the city streets to get back home. Like hell was I going to intentionally be anywhere near that crazy bitch again.

[CanadianChris 0]

I was driving to Montreal one time, when I pulled into the fast lane to pass a line of cars. Well, wouldn't you know, as I'm almost up to pass the first vehicle, an Esso truck, he cuts me off and starts passing as well, missing me by inches. I was not impressed.

 

So, we pass the cars, and get back into the middle lane. A little further up the road, we meet slow traffic again, and again I pull into the fast lane. And AGAIN the truck tries to cut me off as I'm going by. Except this time, I step on the gas and lean on the horn, and he quickly gets back into his lane. I go by, and he immediately pulls out behind me and starts swearing a blue streak and giving me the finger. So I give him a little wave and speed up.

 

A little further up the road, the guy is behind me again, still pissed off beyond belief. He finally manages to get in the lane beside me and pulls the old "I'll match your speed so you can't pass" trick. Of course, he forgot about one thing...he was in a COMPANY TRUCK with the PHONE NUMBER ON THE SIDE!!! So I pulled out my cellphone, making sure that the guy could see it, and dialled the number on the side of the truck. The guy sped away as I had a good laugh.

[sfaJack 0]

One of my buddies in high school was having a duel with some redneck who had two buddies in the back of his truck. They were basically racing on one of our two-lane rural roads that, for one 1/2 mile stretch, divides and narrows to only a single lane on each side over a creek before coming back together on the other side of the bridges. Well, my buddy cut them off just before they reached the bridge and thus "won" the race by crossing first. Once on the other side, however, the rednecks caught up with him and one of the fuckers in the back threw a BRICK threw the back window of my buddy's truck before they hauled ass. He chased them for a mile or so, but decided that since there were 4 of them and he was alone that it would be best to let it go. He was mighty pissed though.

 

Personally, I've never been involved in a road rage incident or anything like that.

 

On more than one occassion, however, I have forced assholes who think it's their goddamn right to drive 95 mph (when traffic is already going 75, more than fast enough) while weaving in and out of traffic and switching lanes constantly off the freeway and onto the exit ramps. When they worm their way into a known exit-only lane, I feel it is my civic duty to trap them there and speed up/slow down as necessary to force them off the freeway. It amuses me and makes an otherwise boring and repetitive drive interesting.

[Art Sandusky 0]

Whenever anyone appears annoyed with me I just speed away as fast as I can.

[SamoaRowe 0]

One time my friend and I were heading to a movie. I was going over the speed limit by 5-10 mph and this guy behind me was tail-gating me. Keep in mind this is a long and windy NH road and there is no passing. He finally passes me, and I suddenly get irritated. I honk my horn for a good 30 or 40 seconds and I begin to tailgate him. We catch up to traffic and have no choice but to do the speed limit so it becomes even easier to be right on his ass. That is probably one of the few times I've ever participated in road rage purposely.

[AboveAverage484 0]

I resort to the old "throw garbage at the offending driver" trick, as well as brake checking people riding my ass and speeding up when someone tries to pass me on a one lane road, of course only if they were on my ass.

[Guest Agent of Oblivion]

I curse someone out in the truck every day. No one's ever been dumb enough to fight me over a driving thing, though I've exchanged words with people.

[Guest Loss]

I don't get road rage. I prefer to save rage for the more important things in life, not being behind the wheel on the way to work or Wal-Mart. The courteous driver who has car lengths in front of him, stays out of the way of people who want to speed and doesn't do anything stupid on the road? That's me.

[the max 0]

I was driving on the highway today, going 83 miles an hour (this is the fastest that my work truck goes) in the left lane. There were a few scattered cars around me, going around the same speed; Everything was calm, everyone was just driving.

 

All of a sudden, this black Lexus comes flying out from behind a semi and is going probably 95-100mph. He pulls right up behind me and of course has to brake since I'm going 83. I figure I'll just get out of his way and let him get killed or something, but I check out my passenger rearview mirror and there's a giant semi carrying 15 or so pallets of cinderblocks. No way I'm going over, as he's around the middle of my truck, going around the same speed I am. In front of the semi was a minivan. To make that long story short, there was no way for me to get in the right lane to let this moron pass. He doesn't see it apparently, as he's honking and flashing his lights at me. I rolled down my window and pointed to my right to show him the traffic, but this apparently only pissed him off more. So, the traffic finally clears after two exits and he rockets past me and flips me off as he does so. Once he's about a foot past my car, he cuts in front of me (almost hitting me) and trash starts being tossed out of both sides of the car, some hitting me, mostly hitting the highway.

 

I took his plate number and called it into the FHP, but I don't think anything came of it.

[Dr. Tom 0]

I was leaving a friend's house a few years ago, around 1 AM. I was driving up a pretty major road, and I habitually drive in the right lane on this road because there's always someone making a left. I pull up near a light, and in the left lane is a white Jeep Cherokee with its left blinker on. So I pull up beside the Jeep in the right lane, and a few seconds later, the light turns green. So I go, and he decides not to turn. Instead, he rides right beside me, eventually pulling just in front of me and moving into my lane. I back off. He does it again. This time, after he moves back into his own lane, I zoom past him. A 1/4 mile later, after I've stopped zooming quite so much, he does it *again*. So I zoom past him again and get onto the highway (where I was going anyway). He didn't follow me.

 

It wasn't necessarily road rage, just road weirdness.

[Corey_Lazarus 0]

The only thing I've ever done in road rage was to flip somebody off and curse them out. But I've been tailgated plenty of times, mostly while going 15-20mph higher than the speed limit. There's a road in Massachusetts, Route 85, that starts/ends in Milford and goes northeast through Hopkinton and Ashland (I always get off in Ashland, but I think it continues through at least Southboro). On my way home from the girlfriend's house, I took Rte. 9 to southwest on 85, and after passing the train station in Ashland, this asshole in a gray Pontiac Sunfire pulls out behind me.

 

They were originally just sitting still in the parking lot, so I figured they were either waiting for somebody to get off/board the train out, or looking for something in their car. By the time I'm halfway through Ashland and heading into Hopkinton, they're right on my ass, and flashing their brights. Along 85 as you enter Hopkinton, there's a passing lane, and this section of the road is usually dead around 10-10:30 at night, which is when I'm usually on it. So I pull over a little bit to the right, and this asshole continues riding up by my bumper. It brought flashbacks to when I got rear-ended along 135 in Ashland (which has since made me weary of taking 135, the busier of the two ways, into Ashland/Framingham), so I turned my right blinker on. They wouldn't pass.

 

Finally, I sped up, and was going about 50 in a 30 zone uphill. Redlight, the guy comes up behind me and stops, and when it turns green, I speed off like a bat outta hell down 85 towards Milford. They stopped riding my ass once I pulled into a sportsbar's parking lot, sitting there for a few minutes before going back towards Milford to get on 495 to get back home to Franklin. The same car passed by me, going the other way.