STORY TIME MY FAVORITE!
My best/worst “victim of road rage” story happened when I was maybe 19, driving home from a girlfriends house late at night, maybe 12:00. I was driving the coolest & fastest car ever…… a green Ford Escort station wagon.
I was speeding & sort of “flew up” behind a car, a white Pontiac Grand Am I think, who was doing maybe 5 under the limit in an already slow area... 25 or 30 mph zone. That was my bad, but apparently it was VERY upsetting. I backed off and started following at a normal distance.
About a mile later they pulled into a large retail parking lot, and I drove past. They pulled right out behind me and started tailgating me HARD. Swerving back and forth, flashing high beams, honking the horn… so close to my bumper I can’t see their headlamps in my rear view. After a few minutes of this ridiculousness I let off the gas (in a passing zone, even!) and slowed down gradually, they pulled around me and took off. I figured “phew, glad that’s over”.
Several miles later, the road has opened up a bit… still two lanes but ~45-50mph speed limit with wide shoulders. I spot the car again… parked on the side of the road in the shoulder, no lights on. Just as I come up on it, 3 people jump out of the car, one wielding a baseball bat! The driver practically jumps out in front of me, just as backseat baseball bat guy tries to take a swing at my car. I swerve into the (thankfully empty!) oncoming lane and continue on.…They jump back into their car and give chase.
The tailgating and light flashing starts again. After a couple miles of this I cross the MA state border back into CT & my home town. Around this point they started backing off & then flying up behind me, slamming on their brakes (locking up tires!). I come upon another nice open passing zone and decided to try moving over/slowing down again, in hopes that they would give it up & pass me again.
I was getting pretty close to home at this point, so I knew the area and figured if I could get them to pass I could zip down a side street (to another side street, to another side street…) and they would be unlikely to be able to follow. Unfortunately this plan did not work out. I slowed a bit, they moved up next to me, about a half car ahead, and started forcing me toward the shoulder! Slowing/stopping seemed like a VERY BAD IDEA at this point so I floored it and used every inch of that shoulder and all 88 horsepower to get in front of them again… the tailgating resumed.
I turned down the side street I was planning to take, they followed, but not as closely since there were now turns to negotiate & I knew the roads well. I took a few subsequent turns, but couldn’t put enough distance between us to lose them... they kept following. At that point I decided I was never going to lose them on my own, called the state police on my nokia brick phone & explained the situation. They had a speed trap set up a couple miles from my location, so they kept me on the phone & had me lead the car past the speed trap, where the trooper pulled them over & I kept going.
Another trooper met me about a mile down the road to make sure I was alright. Shaken… ayup you bet…. But OK. I asked him what would happen to them and got some BS answer about how “well WE didn’t actually see them do anything wrong, and from what you said this all started out of state, so all we can really do is give them a warning.” That REALLY pissed me off.