I had a road rage incident on Friday where a driver wasn't too happy that I didn't let him merge in front of me (I had right of way) getting on the freeway.
He was riding my tail, and I was tryin' to move as fast as that V6 can push my truck through traffic, but that seems like it wasn't good enough. I pulled over as soon as I could to let him pass, (hoping he wasn't going to try and brake-check me). No, he wanted to sit in lane 3 right beside me and show me his holiday spirit.
Fine. We'll exchange "pleasantries", but I'm not looking over.
OK, fine, I look over, and he proceeds to pick up a holstered pistol [pointed right at me]!
Got the plate #, called 911. That's the sort of **** that gives us all a bad name.
He was riding my tail, and I was tryin' to move as fast as that V6 can push my truck through traffic, but that seems like it wasn't good enough. I pulled over as soon as I could to let him pass, (hoping he wasn't going to try and brake-check me). No, he wanted to sit in lane 3 right beside me and show me his holiday spirit.
Fine. We'll exchange "pleasantries", but I'm not looking over.
OK, fine, I look over, and he proceeds to pick up a holstered pistol [pointed right at me]!
Got the plate #, called 911. That's the sort of **** that gives us all a bad name.
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