Join Date: Jun 2014
Location: Liquid-Propane, Il
I had something like this happen to me in my car a couple months ago. I was driving to work, which is a 15 mile long stretch of almost completely straight, flat two-lane highway between two towns. Coming out of the town I live in I ended up behind an Impala with Arizona(?) plates doing about 50 in a 55. Normal traffic on this road goes ~65. I was kind of close to him (he was going really slow) but nothing overtly aggressive. As soon as I got the chance to pass him, I did. As I'm going around him I see him yelling and waving and flipping me off. Just generally freaking the eff out. He motioned for me to pull over. When I started to move onto the shoulder he followed me. Thinking better of pulling off on the shoulder of a busy two way during rush hour to have an altercation with a guy I kept going, putting a little distance between me and him.
A few miles down the road is a pole barn with a u-shaped gravel drive in front. "Well, let's see if he's still interested." I pulled in and he went right on by. I pulled back onto the highway and fully expected to have to repeat the same situation all over again. To my surprise he floored it and took off. Unfortunately for, well, everybody, I find stuff like this highly amusing so I took off after him.
He ran like hell. Triple digit speeds all the way to the next town. It was the dumbest, most confusing, entertaining thing that's happened to me in a long time.
Anyways, sorry about your ride being ruined. That's always a bummer. And I've never understood the mentality behind not letting people pass. I'm behind you, I don't want to be behind you. Let me get past so I can get out of your hair and you don't have to see my annoyed face in your mirror anymore.