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I have always thought that you would not see your own true colors until you go through something life changing. See how you really act in an emergency. Last night was one of my chances to prove how I really act in an emergency.
Last night Rob, Tyler, and I went out to Videofair to rent a movie and then to the North Kingston Wendy's to get some food. After, we went to Stop and Shop to pick up some Gatorade, because my dad asked us to pick up some. When we got to a stop sign in the parking lot, the guy in the car in front of us opened his door and shouted something back at us. Unfortunately, we had our music on and could only make out the word "fuck". He got back in his car and went into the left hand lane to exit the plaza. We went into the right hand lane. There was a red light, but we went because of right turn on red. Then, he switched lanes and got right behind us. Originally I thought he was just trying to scare us, so I sped up and tried to lose him. I thought I did, but then we came to a red light. He found us, and pulled up right behind us. Then he got out of his car and started to come up to our car. Luckily the light turned green just as he was approaching the back door where Rob was, and we sped off. I thought we might have lost him, because it took him some time to get back into his car. Ahead of me was a crowded intersection where we had to stop at a red light. I didn't want him to catch up to us, so I took a right into the Godard Park area and turned off my lights. The guy found us though and got right up on our backs again and turned on his highbeams. This turned out to be the worst decision ever, because now it was like 10:00, there was nobody else on the road, and we were just driving down some road I'm not familiar with. At that point I decided it was time to call the police. When Tyler started to dial, though, my phone died and shut off. This was really playing out to be some horror story. We just kept driving down this road, trying to figure out how we could turn around, without him cornering us in. Luckily, I stopped panicking or trying to outrun him, I knew there was no way to escape him now, and by driving fast, we were only risking crashing. We just kept driving and praying for a turn. Suddenly, I saw a bunch of red signs in the distance. I thought they were stop signs, so I took the next right down a street I saw. (It turns out that those red signs were just signaling a U-turn, but I couldn't tell from far away). My luck continued when the road we turned into was a dead-end street. We pulled into a driveway and just stopped the car, and ran up to the house. The guy came as far as the beginning of the driveway, and then backed out of the dead-end street. We didn't know though if he was just going to be waiting for us at the end of the street, so we had to call the police. We knocked on the door, and begged the lady to let us in. This lady was wicked nice, let us in, and called the police for us. We clearly choose the right house to go to, cause her fiancee was a third degree black belt, and they had a big dog. The police came by and escorted us out of the area. I was already not feeling so great before the night started, but now I had a fever and was just ready to go to sleep.
Since you were little you have always learned about road rage. This is a completely new idea for me though. I always thought road rage came from something you did to the other driver. We did nothing to this guy though. For just simply being behind him, he came after us. Unfortunately, we did not see his plate, because he was so close behind us, and couldn't tell the cops much.
All we had was:
Old Black Ford Pickup truck (like early 90s model)
The guy was middle aged, and overweight, (kinda looked like Mr. Politelli)
In a way, I kind of wish this would happen to me again. I didn't handle the situation as best as I could have, and I'd like to try at it again. Overall, this event has changed my outlook on driving, and I hope it has made you more aware of how things can go drastically wrong in the matter of seconds.
Last night Rob, Tyler, and I went out to Videofair to rent a movie and then to the North Kingston Wendy's to get some food. After, we went to Stop and Shop to pick up some Gatorade, because my dad asked us to pick up some. When we got to a stop sign in the parking lot, the guy in the car in front of us opened his door and shouted something back at us. Unfortunately, we had our music on and could only make out the word "fuck". He got back in his car and went into the left hand lane to exit the plaza. We went into the right hand lane. There was a red light, but we went because of right turn on red. Then, he switched lanes and got right behind us. Originally I thought he was just trying to scare us, so I sped up and tried to lose him. I thought I did, but then we came to a red light. He found us, and pulled up right behind us. Then he got out of his car and started to come up to our car. Luckily the light turned green just as he was approaching the back door where Rob was, and we sped off. I thought we might have lost him, because it took him some time to get back into his car. Ahead of me was a crowded intersection where we had to stop at a red light. I didn't want him to catch up to us, so I took a right into the Godard Park area and turned off my lights. The guy found us though and got right up on our backs again and turned on his highbeams. This turned out to be the worst decision ever, because now it was like 10:00, there was nobody else on the road, and we were just driving down some road I'm not familiar with. At that point I decided it was time to call the police. When Tyler started to dial, though, my phone died and shut off. This was really playing out to be some horror story. We just kept driving down this road, trying to figure out how we could turn around, without him cornering us in. Luckily, I stopped panicking or trying to outrun him, I knew there was no way to escape him now, and by driving fast, we were only risking crashing. We just kept driving and praying for a turn. Suddenly, I saw a bunch of red signs in the distance. I thought they were stop signs, so I took the next right down a street I saw. (It turns out that those red signs were just signaling a U-turn, but I couldn't tell from far away). My luck continued when the road we turned into was a dead-end street. We pulled into a driveway and just stopped the car, and ran up to the house. The guy came as far as the beginning of the driveway, and then backed out of the dead-end street. We didn't know though if he was just going to be waiting for us at the end of the street, so we had to call the police. We knocked on the door, and begged the lady to let us in. This lady was wicked nice, let us in, and called the police for us. We clearly choose the right house to go to, cause her fiancee was a third degree black belt, and they had a big dog. The police came by and escorted us out of the area. I was already not feeling so great before the night started, but now I had a fever and was just ready to go to sleep.
Since you were little you have always learned about road rage. This is a completely new idea for me though. I always thought road rage came from something you did to the other driver. We did nothing to this guy though. For just simply being behind him, he came after us. Unfortunately, we did not see his plate, because he was so close behind us, and couldn't tell the cops much.
All we had was:
Old Black Ford Pickup truck (like early 90s model)
The guy was middle aged, and overweight, (kinda looked like Mr. Politelli)
In a way, I kind of wish this would happen to me again. I didn't handle the situation as best as I could have, and I'd like to try at it again. Overall, this event has changed my outlook on driving, and I hope it has made you more aware of how things can go drastically wrong in the matter of seconds.