Thread: Road Rage

I had an incident... probably 20 years ago.. that still makes me giggle a bit..

I was driving a hiace ops: ops: ( It wasn't mine ok!..)

A guy behind me got all upset because he felt I cut him off [After I had indicated and moved right in front of him so I could get into the turning lane - tonnes of room IMHO ]

Anyway he started yelling and screaming at me... so I did what most mid twenty's guys would do...... I flipped him the bird out my window... and didn't really give a rats...


Next thing I know he is standing next to the open window yelling at me..... so I kindly told him to go and do something I am fairly sure is a physical impossibility..


The mongrel threw a punch at me up through the open window - which kind of ****ed me off.

I swung the door open to get out and have a go...

I hit him fair in the face with a hiace door and knocked him to the ground... ops: ops: I really didn't mean to do it....

But the turning light turned green... so off I went.:!:


Never saw him again...... but spent the next 6 months waiting for the cops to visit :?


The moral to the story..........dipsticks are nothing new on the road....


Mark

Penrith Police rung today, i wasnt sure if the guy in the ute hit the Excel but it turns out he full on slammed into them and pushed them into the fence, and he did stop, 3km later.

I was driving home one friday night from Lithgow to Rylstone along the mudgee road. I was approaching Cullen Bullen (it was raining) at about 110km/h and this guys comes flying up behind me and sits mere centimetres off my arse. I ignored him and let him pass on the other side of town. I then sped up and did the same to him, he sped up more i sped up more and so on. We then came to the train crossing at Ben Bullen which is a 90 degree turn to the left and then an instant 90 degree right hander on the other side of the lines. Now bare in mind it was raining. I had purchased some flashy performance tyres that stuck like **** to a blanket and had pretty good suspension in the commodore he was driving some ****ty front wheel drive thing. Anyway as he hit the turn at 80 he made it across the lines but slid off onto the gravel on the outside of the turn, he made it back on infront of me where he promtly stopped at an angle across the road, it stopped and waited, he sat there so i drew along side him to see a white faced man with red knuckles stuck to the steering wheel. I waved politely and drove off. I think he got the message. Matt

Definitely on the receiving end.

Was going home via the local 3 km long causeway / bridge thingy which narrows from 2 lanes to one at the exit (yeah some a genius thought of that !) when a commodore came flying alongside me in the inside lane (the one that has to merge back in to my lane). He leaves it til the last minute and then realises he's not going to make it, and slips in behind me.

After we get off the bridge he puts the pedal to the metal and roars off ahead.

and that, I thought, was that.

HOWEVER

About 600 metres further up the road I slow to turn the corner and there's this big islander looking bloke standing next to a white commodore and as I pass he throws this ****** great rock at the Rangie ! It bounces off the door, leaving a small impression. Luckily nothing major but it could have been far worse !

I was pretty ****ed off (and shaken up) by it BUT I didn't have his number plate so I did a u-turn and drove back past on the other side of the road to get the number.

As I drove past (and pretty quickly I might add) I saw another big bloke (obviously they were together) with a heap of chain wrapped aroud his fist and some swinging from the end - come charging at me screaming something that I didn't understand but figures wasn't polite.

And this is all despite the fact that both me and my mate were in our Uniforms (those of you who know me, know I work for the government) and that would have been plainly visible to them.

After dropping my mate off at his place, I drove straight up the cop shop and lodged a complaint / incident report.

They asked if there was any damage to people or property and as there wasn't really they couldn't do much about it. They looked up the plate number on their computer and while unsurprisingly they wouldn't give me the bloke's address - they did tell me a suburb and it was nowhere near us so chances were I wouldn;t "run into" these characters around the place. They said (and maybe they even did) they'd send a car to do a drive by (unfortunately not the US gangland style) of the guy's house and check things out. Oh, the constable also said that she couldn't confirm these blokes were "known to police".

The moral :?:

Well, this isn't one. It's just a story of stuff that happened. :roll:

The ONLY time I have dished it out was while on a motorcycle. 6.30pm traffic outbound down Royal Parade. Some numbnut was stuck behind a car that was trying to turn right at Optus Oval, and he had sheepishly nosed out to the point that he was now blocking both lanes with his car. I was playing cautious being on the bike and all and I slowed to let him in and he just sat there like a shag on a rock. His missus was in the car too, and they were both looking at me while I waited for them to go. I flashed my light to indicate THEY should go and waited another 2 seconds and they did nothing.

Finally I got sick of waiting, and I could feel the people behind me getting ****ty so I went past and shook my head. Now minding my own business, Mr Knobjockey has decided to move and has sped up to pass ME on the inside. I look at him to try and work out what he is going to do, and he AND the Mrs are yelling their heads off with windows down. Then he tried to run me into the oncoming traffic. I've had this happen before and instantly checked the mirrors, worked out that there was enough room behind me and hit the anchors as hard as I could all in about half a second.

That was it. This ***** had tried to kill me for being polite! I knew that he would be stopping at the next lights and timed it so that I just gently cruised up between him and another car. I WAS going to put the side stand down and get off but thought better of it. The bike I ride is a trailbike with raised suspension and a raised seat, so my 6'6" in leathers and a helmet must have looked seriously imposing on top of it. I leant down and gave him a spray through his open window before he knew what was happening. The blood drained from his face and he went to wind up the window as fast as he could. To my satisfaction, the last thing I managed to yell was at his missus - "does it feel good to faaaarrrrrk a hero like this dickhead every night???". He's lucky he stayed in his car...

I have no problem using the horn when someone does something stupid - I genuinely believe in making a point and moving on with life and if nobody points out stupidity or self centred driving it goes unchecked. However, if that kind of thing ever happens to me again, I reckon I will try Ray's trick. Live and let live, but make some people push their cars - it's safer.

Five years back I was coming home from the City on Parramatta Rd. Iwas on my bike when this bloke of Middle Eastern appearance in a WRX in front tossed a lit fag out the window and it hit me. So I pulled up beside him at the next lights and had a word.

As soon as the lights changed and we moved off he tried to force me into the oncoming traffic. At that point Parra Rd is narrow and it was peak hour so it was impossible to lane split to get out of the way. He tried several time to run me off the road or into oncoming traffic.

When I got to Penrith, I went to the police and reported the driver (and his car load of ME mates). The car rego was "WASNME"

The cops wouldn't say if he was known but I made the report to ensure that the so and so was known if he did it to anyone else.

I hate people who toss stuff out of cars. Yesterday my wife was riding her push bike across the M4 bridge over the Nepean River at Penrith. She was on the separate footpath going in the opposite direction to the traffic when some hero tossed a can out of the car travelling at, probably, 110km/h. It hit her in the chest. What if it had hit her in the face? What if it had been a bottle?

Ron

I had a guy behind me ( with his family in the car ) give be a blast with the horn because I didn't take off from the lights the instant they changed to green. 100 yards down the he was able to pass and as he did, me and the kids gave him a big wave and smile like he was our best friend from way back.

Subtle hey

Bruce.

I remember some years back (well a lot of years actually) I was sitting at a junction in Perth waiting to turn left and my view to the right was obstructed by a truck. So I waited and the bloke behind in an old Holden started blowing his horn and shouting at me to go.
I did, when the truck started going.
The bloke behind accelerated, swerved past me and shook his fist then cut me up so I signalled him to pull over. I pulled in behind and walked up to him and asked what his problem was.

"I was telling you to get as move on" he said and then shouted "You ****** pommy bastard, do as you're told when you're out here" and poked me in the chest!
Now I've been called a pommy bastard by a lot of people but never poked at the same time and I let him have it so hard I swear his feet left the ground.
He hit the boot of his car, bleeding nose, broken teeth and slumped to the ground.
I looked over to the shopping centre we were opposite and there was about 6 drivers out of their cars watching so I picked my watch up which had flown off when I thumped him. got back in the car and disappeared asap.
Certainly not proud of doing it but sometimes the past and other things get to you and you react automatically to a threat.

Straight to the place the cook worked and gave her the keys telling her if the cops asked, she'd had the car all day.
I rarely lose my temper but that was too much.
Nowadays I grit my teeth and give idiots (mostly drivers of inferior vehicles) a wave just to let them know they've been seen doing something stupid.
I think I'm too old to do anything else and wouldn't anyway.
Alan.

Had a guy try o run me off the road 2 couple of weeks back. 8O
P plated commondor vs Dfender 130
Started becuse hes was so fur up m tail pipe I couldn't see him through the side mirros and only from his roof back out the rear view mirror. I slowed and he didn't back off, There was nothing around and it was also a great overtaking point :roll: . Since ths didn't ork I turned my revesing spotties on and next thing you know he is on the anchors swerving out from behind me then flat to the floor as he passes he tried to ram me. Then e cut back infont of me and hit the brakes in cloud of smoke. Missed him by mllimeters but a leftin a hury when I turned all my lights on and just reved my engine a little.

Stupid thing is If he wsn't tailgating then he coud have been round e in seconds and gone.