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Ok, this is a tale from my mis-spent youth. I had a rough night at work, 12 hours of slaving away over 2 fryolators, 3 grills and an oven, serving up the dead cow carcass to the hungry crowds, just a typical day/night. A friend was waiting for me after work and we were going to go to another friend's house for an exciting game of D&D. (Yes, the game with real dice.) Now, we are in my 1974 Gran Torino, (not the Starsky & Hutch version) black with a black vinyl top and opera windows, mags and a 351 Cleveland, just cruising down the highway. I'm getting ready to pass someone when some jerk in a company truck comes roaring up on my rear, so close I can't see his headlights. He stays on my rear even after I tap the brakes so I figure "Screw you" and I just stay even with the guy next to me. After a quarter mile or so the guy next to me gets spooked by this jerk behind me and drops back giving said jerk the opportunity to get along side me. Now my windows are up and the stereo is going so I can't hear what this jerk is screaming at me but he looked really pissed. So, I did what any other 17 would do. I calmly smiled and flipped him off. He screamed a bit more then rammed his truck into the right front quarter panel of my car. Nothing quite like the experience of doing 70 with some guy trying to force you into the begining on a guardrail, the kind that had a twist at one end before it straightened up. I tried to stay on the road but he smashed into me again when we were past the end of the rail so now I was forced into the guardrail. I did a couple of 360s down the highway and ended up facing the wrong way. My friend jumped out and exclaimed that my beautiful car was all torn up. He jumped back in as I got turned the right way and drove up to where Mr. Jerk had pulled over. During the brief verbal encounter I noticed the pupils in his eyes were just pinpricks so I figured he was either drunk or on some kind of meds. Rather than wait there and get into a more physical confrontation I made the mistake of leaving to get to a phone to report this wreck. My mistake. The highway patrol wouldn't even take the report because I left the scene and the company that owned the truck refused to do anything to repair my car. Looking back, I was lucky my car didn't flip over or the wreck injured me or my friend. The car was heavy, solidly built, and that helped keep us safe.
So, now I remember that there are all kinds of psychos out there on the road and try to give them all a wide berth. And only flip them off when they are exiting and nowhere near me.
So, now I remember that there are all kinds of psychos out there on the road and try to give them all a wide berth. And only flip them off when they are exiting and nowhere near me.
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