Or: You could have just let him go and confirmed in your own mind, that he was the moron etc. you thought he was. Instead you escalated the the issue, first by deliberately making sure you got away faster and second, by stopping after witnessing his anger in your mirrors. Thirdly by getting out of your car and not content with that; you set up a time and place for the next round. Where as a simple hand gesture, saying after you and then a fist to your forehead; informing him what you really think. Would have sufficed.So, hands up who suffers from this terrible affliction...and those who revel in it. Me, I love it...even have a dashcam fitted fer those times when things escalate. I find some peoples reactions absolutely hilarious, although laughing can be what ecsalates the situation...cant help meself.
Like this morning...Im in the lane that goes left or straight on only...guy in the land rover in the right hand lane that goes right only. Hes gunning his engine and ye just know hes gonna try and cut ye up by going straight on...bit like jumping the line at tescos sorta thing.
Lights changed, bury the accelerator into the floor to get ahead forcing the guy into the central reservation and scuffing his wheels really badly on the kerb...oh he was none too happy about that while I kept on going, tears in my eyes from laughing so hard because it was his own stupidity and arrogance that caused that. Technically, I didnt break the law but he tried and failed so theres no comeback.
Followed me fer a bit, flashing the lights and waving arms at me, so I pulled over and waited...he gets out, I get out...Im 6ft 5 inches and hes looking up at me a foot below and I stand there smiling and saying nothing...he tells me hes gonna get some m8s of his and get my legs broke...I offer him my address and convenient times when Im in thinking this could get all sorts of interesting. He sees I live on one the most notorious estates on the entire peninsula, mutters something I didnt catch, gets into his 80k range rover and drives off in a huff leaving me standing there somewhat saddened that the guy was all noise and no bite. Waste of time, was starting to get interesting too.
pff...city folks never learn...so anyway, who suffers from road rage and who enjoys it?
P.S. I don't drive, I am not allowed too. I just use my steel toe caps to kick out the head lights of cars that nearly run me over, when they try to be the last jumping the red light, as I am trying to cross the road.
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