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"My in-laws are country people and at night you can hear their distinctive howl."
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Originally posted by HYHYBT View PostWell, it depends... if I'd had time to think, I probably would have read their number, but there's essentially no chance I'd have remembered it by the time I got somewhere safe, and it certainly wasn't the time to try to drive while digging for a pen and paper. And of course it was over faster than it takes to tell about.
I'm just glad you're okay and the guy got bored before he caused an accident.
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Originally posted by crashhelmet View PostOthers tailgate because they think they're NASCAR drivers and can "draft" you. They think they can save gas that way, when they don't realize it takes a long distance to save anything substantial.
Originally posted by AmbrosiaWriter View PostThis is when you call the police. No ifs, ands, or buts. Give them a description of the car and the plate number.
I was driving in Boston, and I had to make a right (friend giving me directions was a bit late in telling me.) I doubled checked to change lanes, saw a car about a car-length and a half behind me, and so I sped up slightly, switched lanes over and then took a right. The jerk honked his horn, followed me down the road, passed me, sped up and crossed his car against the road so that I couldn't get by. He got out of his car (he was dressed as a "bro" if that means anything) and started to scream at me.
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Originally posted by AmbrosiaWriter View PostI was driving in Boston, and I had to make a right (friend giving me directions was a bit late in telling me.) I doubled checked to change lanes, saw a car about a car-length and a half behind me, and so I sped up slightly, switched lanes over and then took a right. The jerk honked his horn, followed me down the road, passed me, sped up and crossed his car against the road so that I couldn't get by. He got out of his car (he was dressed as a "bro" if that means anything) and started to scream at me.
I safely went into a lane in rush hour 15 mph traffic some 50 feet in front of a truck who got pissed. When I exited to another highway the traffic loosened right up and he began following me at an extremely close distance, continuing to honk. I basically gunned it, going about 80 mph, and he still continued to chase my ass. It wasn't until I did some rather erratic maneuvering around some cars that he gave up and exited, presumably to return to the Interstate where he was supposed to be going.
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