So, I'm sure you have all encountered this type of person: You turn on your blinker to change lanes and they speed up to keep you from doing so. Yes? Okay. Well yesterday I met this type of driver ON STEROIDS. Both literally and figuratively.
So this big beefcake-guido looking guy does the whole 'not gonna let you in' move so I'm annoyed, but then he backs off. Seeing my chance I begin to make my move, but once I am about halfway in the lane he speeds up again! Well, it's not like he can pass me so i finish my completely safe and legal lane change. However, he won't get off my ass. Now here we are, in a long line of cars on the freeway with everyone driving about 80, and this guy is a mere few inches from me blaring on his horn as if I am somehow the one in his way. It gets better... He begins to swerve side to side in the lane! Now I'm not sure what the point of swerving while speeding and tailgating me was, but if it was to prove that he was batshit crazy, then mission accomplished! Eventually we get around the slow truck everyone was passing and he immediately switches to the slow lane, and as soon as the car in front of me gets over he take their place and hits his brakes. Cute buddy, real cute. I am not in the mood for these games so I switch to the slow lane. He follows, cuts in front of me, and slams his brakes again. Fuck you dude, I was prepared for that, you can't fuck with me! Then there is another slow car again so he decides to quit his game and pass it leaving me FUMING in my car. No joke, I have never been so mad in my entire life. My cheeks were shaking. MY CHEEKS! How crazy is that? So I manage to catch up with him and my friend in the passenger seat writes down his license plate number right before we seem him do the same exact thing to another car! This guy is just ridiculous, but shortly after he exits and I continue my drive to school.
After parking and managing to brush off my shakes, I pick up my cell phone and dial the California Highway Patrol. The officer I speak to asks for the license plate number, type of car, and then asks to explain the incident. He explains that they have a 'bad driver letter' he will fill out and send to the guy telling him to 'knock it off'. I feel better after this, because even though it most likely won't have an effect, at least I did something about it.
All I know is, if I encounter this guy on the road again and I am alone, he better watch out, cuz I've got some body damage on the rear of my car and I would just LOVE to brake-check him and make him pay for it.
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