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So I damn near got killed this morning.
I huge semi with a flatbed tried to merge right through me. I'm on Highway 54 on my way to school, going about 50 in the left hand lane and this gigantic truck decides he wants to be in the left lane. I see him trying to merge with the front of my car, lay on the horn... nothing... he proceeds to manuever his beast into my lane... and into my car. I swerve as far left as I can while hitting the brake, but any farther left and I would have ended up in a ditch. So he squeezes his truck into the left lane but finishes it off by taking out my passenger mirror in an explosion plastic with the flatbed. I get back into traffic and follow him... the fuckers not stopping. He changes to the right lane, I follow writing down the license number and waving trying to get this asshole's attention. He moves into the left lane... no sign of stopping or noticing me screaming at him. I get the company name off the truck door when he got into the left turn lane and I turn right to go the 1/2 mile to school.
Many shakes and bouts of nausea later, I found out that instead of FHP coming to do the accident report I have to go to them and fill out some paperwork. I have to call the Trucking company and bitch them out and decide if I even want to file a claim with my insurance company.
Fucker. I kinda wished I'd followed him and then totally beat him into a pulp... for scaring the hell out of me.
I huge semi with a flatbed tried to merge right through me. I'm on Highway 54 on my way to school, going about 50 in the left hand lane and this gigantic truck decides he wants to be in the left lane. I see him trying to merge with the front of my car, lay on the horn... nothing... he proceeds to manuever his beast into my lane... and into my car. I swerve as far left as I can while hitting the brake, but any farther left and I would have ended up in a ditch. So he squeezes his truck into the left lane but finishes it off by taking out my passenger mirror in an explosion plastic with the flatbed. I get back into traffic and follow him... the fuckers not stopping. He changes to the right lane, I follow writing down the license number and waving trying to get this asshole's attention. He moves into the left lane... no sign of stopping or noticing me screaming at him. I get the company name off the truck door when he got into the left turn lane and I turn right to go the 1/2 mile to school.
Many shakes and bouts of nausea later, I found out that instead of FHP coming to do the accident report I have to go to them and fill out some paperwork. I have to call the Trucking company and bitch them out and decide if I even want to file a claim with my insurance company.
Fucker. I kinda wished I'd followed him and then totally beat him into a pulp... for scaring the hell out of me.