Five days a week I drive 50 miles to and from work, clocking 100 miles a day. Most of it’s interstate miles, and most of the times it’s an easy drive. The drive doesn’t bother me. Usually my trip in is very early in the morning, so there isn’t a whole lot of traffic. My trip home is usually before the rush hour, so although a little busier, it’s still not bad. I get through the heaviest traffic, right outside of the city, then I set the cruise to about 6 miles over the limit, grab my snack, sit back and enjoy the ride.
Except for the one day…
On this day, I was traveling in the fast lane along with a line of cars. I tend to not tailgate the person in front of me, but travel at their speed until we pass the slower cars.
The blue van tailgating me was not happy with the fact that I was not tailgating…. I guess…. because as soon as the lane to our right had an opening, he zipped around me, flipping me off.
I just looked at him, a little bewildered about what I was doing wrong, and then continued to follow him while he tailgated the guy who was in front of me originally.
It didn’t take long for Blue Van to get ticked at that guy, so he decided to cut over to the right lane where there was an opening.
Not a smart move on his part. He got stuck over there between a few semis and slow moving vehicles, and pretty soon I (still in the fast lane) was passing him. I suppose I was gloatin’ a little…. I mean, if he had just stayed patient he’d have been in the lane with us, and not stuck behind the turtles, so when I passed him, I flipped him off – with a smile.
Maybe not a smart move on my part… but fun anyway.
The traffic slowly eased as I got further away from the city. By this time I was back in the middle lane. I set my cruise for 6 above the limit and settled in for the second half of my commute. Suddenly, the blue van was speeding past me on my right, swerving in and out of cars with his arm fully extended out the window flipping us ALL off! I was cracking up! His incessant need to “beat” the traffic actually cost him time.
But he finally got to where he wanted to be – the front of the pack. Story over. Or so I thought.
A few minutes later, I realized I was gaining on him. I was a little suspicious, as I still had my cruise on, but I lowered my speed by one mph.
Yet I still was gaining on him.
Funny. I thought he was in such a hurry…..
I soon realized he was slowing down to wait for me. (We were now both in the slow lane.) I had brought my speed all the way down to 5 mph below the speed limit and was still gaining on him.
In no way did I want this to continue, and in no way was I going to pass him, so I racked my brain trying to figure out what I could do.
We were coming up to an exit (not mine), when I was hit with an idea.
I turned my blinker on well ahead of the exit hoping he would see that I was “turning”. As we got closer to the exit, I was beginning to think that I would actually have to turn.
It was obvious when he finally saw my blinker, because he yanked his van to the right and began to exit… Just like I had planned.
To avoid him coming back on to the interstate, I continued to act like I was exiting as well. By this time he was well up the ramp with no chance of turning around, so at the last minute I cut back on to the interstate.
And floored it!
He had to have been p*ssed! Especially since he would soon realize there is not an easy way to get back on the interstate from that particular exit.
I was actually squealing with excitement and nervousness at how well my plan had worked. And I carried that adrenaline all the way home.
I couldn’t share my story fast enough with my husband. He might have been slightly impressed, but I think he was more worried. “With your car and your license plate you tend to stand out. You probably should be careful.”
I was still pumped about how well it worked! Of course if he hadn’t exited, I would have, and then I would have taken a different way home…. so either way, this little one-sided feud would have been put to rest.
So there you have it. That’s my story on how I foiled the raged driver.
And I’m proud of it.
…….but I probably wouldn’t do it again………