I was sadly reminded of this story while reading.
Years back my wife (then gf) & I were travelling down MD-295 (Baltimore Washington Parkway) in my Jeep Cherokee (that I miss). Wer'e doing 60-65 MPH in a 55. A guy pulls up beside us in the left lane and changes lanes to get in front of me. Where he promptly slows down to about 45.
I say to my wife "I'm not sure what that was about, but whatever" and I get in the left lane and pass him. Next thing I know he comes roaring up the side of my truck almost clips the passenger side front panel, gets in front of me and slows way down.
So I grab my CB (offroad purposes only where cellphones don't work) and holler for police as my wife grabs her phone and starts calling. Jack ass guns it, as do I to keep up for the tag #. She gives the cops the tag # (I've hit 90 at this point and he's still pulling away) so I slow down and we go on our way.
Never got called into court so I'm sure they didn't catch the guy, and I'd still love to know what I did to piss him off.
There's also the time where I stopped a guy from constantly trying to run some lady off the phone (I almost pulled in front of him so he'd hit me instead of her) because she accidently (and it was an accident) cut him off. Dude spent the next 4 miles trying to run her off the road till he saw me (in front of him) reading his tag number in my rearview while on my cell phone. He too took off like a bat out of hell.
There are times I regret not getting into his lane so she'd get away and he'd either hit me or try and run me off the road. Where I would have let him hit the side of my jeep. Jackass desereved to have to buy me a new truck.
Years back my wife (then gf) & I were travelling down MD-295 (Baltimore Washington Parkway) in my Jeep Cherokee (that I miss). Wer'e doing 60-65 MPH in a 55. A guy pulls up beside us in the left lane and changes lanes to get in front of me. Where he promptly slows down to about 45.
I say to my wife "I'm not sure what that was about, but whatever" and I get in the left lane and pass him. Next thing I know he comes roaring up the side of my truck almost clips the passenger side front panel, gets in front of me and slows way down.
So I grab my CB (offroad purposes only where cellphones don't work) and holler for police as my wife grabs her phone and starts calling. Jack ass guns it, as do I to keep up for the tag #. She gives the cops the tag # (I've hit 90 at this point and he's still pulling away) so I slow down and we go on our way.
Never got called into court so I'm sure they didn't catch the guy, and I'd still love to know what I did to piss him off.
There's also the time where I stopped a guy from constantly trying to run some lady off the phone (I almost pulled in front of him so he'd hit me instead of her) because she accidently (and it was an accident) cut him off. Dude spent the next 4 miles trying to run her off the road till he saw me (in front of him) reading his tag number in my rearview while on my cell phone. He too took off like a bat out of hell.
There are times I regret not getting into his lane so she'd get away and he'd either hit me or try and run me off the road. Where I would have let him hit the side of my jeep. Jackass desereved to have to buy me a new truck.
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