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I've been driving 2 and a half years, never had an accident and would consider myself to be a moderately experienced, competent, aware and confident driver.
Anyway, to the point.
On my way to work yesterday, I was following the same BMW M3 (WITH personalised numberplate - vital to the story) for about 5 miles (never once was I driving up his bum - also vital to the story - I remained within the correct following distances and was aware of the car's manoeuvres). As we get to the roundabout (the one near Winkfield by the Mercedes Garage should you know it), there are 2 lanes to go straight on. I get in the right lane, the M3 gets in the left lane. A clearing comes up, so we both leave the roundabout at the same time. He is slightly faster, and so naturally I fall back to allow him to lead in front of me as I merge behind him.
The exit to the roundabout is a moderately steep, yet short, hill. You'd break a sweat walking up it. The BMW slows right down. At first I think that maybe the guy doesn't know the road and is in the wrong gear. Then I think that perhaps he's looking at road names.
I then notice the guy looking in his rear view mirror as his car continues to slow. I'm now right up his arse, unintentionally as I have no where to go - I am assuming he's going to speed up the hill but instead he slows right down to about 5mph.
I raise my hands :shrug: so he can see to say, "Mate, what are you doing?" he then speeds off as fast as possible for about 50m and then as I pull up behind him he slows RIGHT down again. I raise my hands again :shrug: and he's mouthing something in his rear view and then he speeds right off again. I give him the universal symbol for 'to$$er' out of the window, as the guy is being way out of line. He clearly sees it, and stops with a central reservation next to him so as to stop me over taking, and I see him open his door.
Brilliant. I take off my sunglasses, turn down my music and wait for him to come and read me the riot act. Over storms a 50 year old balding businessman clearly with a serious case of respecting your elders no matter how retarded they are.
In he leans to my window, finger pointing, and literally yells. Screaming, at the top of his voice, into my face, finger a foot away, his face a foot and a half, "THAT IS EXACTLY HOW ACCIDENTS HAPPEN!"
I'm a little taken aback by the sheer unexpectedness and enthusiasm that has gone into this accusation. I try and utter a few words, "I was simply waiting -"
and then round two comes.
"THAT IS EXACTLY HOW F****NG ACCIDENTS HAPPEN!"
I am starting to lose my temper. 20 years old and never been in a fight, deal with confrontation in a calm and mature manner, but this guy is pushing me.
I manage to slip in a sentence, louder this time, "What are you talking about?! I was simply waiting for you to go up the hill!"
He then brings out the mother of all accusations. Clearly a fisherman in a previous life: "YOU'VE BEEN DRIVING UP MY ARSE FOR THE PAST 10 MINUTES!"
My fuse is burning a lot quicker. He begins to walk away.
"Don't start accusing me of something I haven't been doing!" I exclaim, a tone of anger present in my voice.
He begins to come back, finger protruding in a phallic manner. He opens his mouth ready to empty his lungs once again and I simply say:
"Get back in your car, now."
He looked a little aghast, but I think he's realised the point. During this time, 2 cars have overtaken both me, him, and the central reservation, and a line of about 15 cars has come behind us, a lot of them beeping. I raise my hand out the window to apologise, and we're on our merry way. 100m down the road the BMW pulls over, the guy gets out and goes to his boot 'to get something out' as I drive off down the road.
I wish I had gotten out, too. The guy was totally out of line and he needed a taste of his own medicine.
I tell my parents, mum suggest I dealt with it in the correct manner and should never start something, but finish it, preferably with words.
My Dad says I should have got out of the car, and when he (as it was no doubt inevitable) went for me, open-palm slapped him in the face.
I think I dealt with it pretty well, but I kind of wish I had just screamed and slapped my forehead, suggesting I was a nutter so he'd have freaked out and left me to it.
Now for your stories
Anyway, to the point.
On my way to work yesterday, I was following the same BMW M3 (WITH personalised numberplate - vital to the story) for about 5 miles (never once was I driving up his bum - also vital to the story - I remained within the correct following distances and was aware of the car's manoeuvres). As we get to the roundabout (the one near Winkfield by the Mercedes Garage should you know it), there are 2 lanes to go straight on. I get in the right lane, the M3 gets in the left lane. A clearing comes up, so we both leave the roundabout at the same time. He is slightly faster, and so naturally I fall back to allow him to lead in front of me as I merge behind him.
The exit to the roundabout is a moderately steep, yet short, hill. You'd break a sweat walking up it. The BMW slows right down. At first I think that maybe the guy doesn't know the road and is in the wrong gear. Then I think that perhaps he's looking at road names.
I then notice the guy looking in his rear view mirror as his car continues to slow. I'm now right up his arse, unintentionally as I have no where to go - I am assuming he's going to speed up the hill but instead he slows right down to about 5mph.
I raise my hands :shrug: so he can see to say, "Mate, what are you doing?" he then speeds off as fast as possible for about 50m and then as I pull up behind him he slows RIGHT down again. I raise my hands again :shrug: and he's mouthing something in his rear view and then he speeds right off again. I give him the universal symbol for 'to$$er' out of the window, as the guy is being way out of line. He clearly sees it, and stops with a central reservation next to him so as to stop me over taking, and I see him open his door.
Brilliant. I take off my sunglasses, turn down my music and wait for him to come and read me the riot act. Over storms a 50 year old balding businessman clearly with a serious case of respecting your elders no matter how retarded they are.
In he leans to my window, finger pointing, and literally yells. Screaming, at the top of his voice, into my face, finger a foot away, his face a foot and a half, "THAT IS EXACTLY HOW ACCIDENTS HAPPEN!"
I'm a little taken aback by the sheer unexpectedness and enthusiasm that has gone into this accusation. I try and utter a few words, "I was simply waiting -"
and then round two comes.
"THAT IS EXACTLY HOW F****NG ACCIDENTS HAPPEN!"
I am starting to lose my temper. 20 years old and never been in a fight, deal with confrontation in a calm and mature manner, but this guy is pushing me.
I manage to slip in a sentence, louder this time, "What are you talking about?! I was simply waiting for you to go up the hill!"
He then brings out the mother of all accusations. Clearly a fisherman in a previous life: "YOU'VE BEEN DRIVING UP MY ARSE FOR THE PAST 10 MINUTES!"
My fuse is burning a lot quicker. He begins to walk away.
"Don't start accusing me of something I haven't been doing!" I exclaim, a tone of anger present in my voice.
He begins to come back, finger protruding in a phallic manner. He opens his mouth ready to empty his lungs once again and I simply say:
"Get back in your car, now."
He looked a little aghast, but I think he's realised the point. During this time, 2 cars have overtaken both me, him, and the central reservation, and a line of about 15 cars has come behind us, a lot of them beeping. I raise my hand out the window to apologise, and we're on our merry way. 100m down the road the BMW pulls over, the guy gets out and goes to his boot 'to get something out' as I drive off down the road.
I wish I had gotten out, too. The guy was totally out of line and he needed a taste of his own medicine.
I tell my parents, mum suggest I dealt with it in the correct manner and should never start something, but finish it, preferably with words.
My Dad says I should have got out of the car, and when he (as it was no doubt inevitable) went for me, open-palm slapped him in the face.
I think I dealt with it pretty well, but I kind of wish I had just screamed and slapped my forehead, suggesting I was a nutter so he'd have freaked out and left me to it.
Now for your stories
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