Road Rage/ My Blood is Still Boiling

["Charles E. Whitney" <clncrew@ziplink.net>]

Hello All,

I saw my life, and the life of Rachael (my '67 SB) flash before me
today.  Here's the story.

I was coincidentally coming back from signing the title to my '72
Fastback over to the local junkyard to have it towed away.  At this
point it is TOTALLY stripped and just a rusted out carcass.  I was
depressed knowing another T-3 had succumbed to the harsh realites and
elements of life.  So I'm driving along and up behind me comes a rusted
out piece of crap Subaru.  For about a mile and a half this car is
tailgating me.  Not the "kind of close", tailgating, but the kind of
close where all you can see is about the last third of the hood and
windshield of the car.  Well already being depressed this started to
irratate me.  And it's not like I was poking along, I was doing 45mph in
a 40 mph zone.  So I slow down to 40 trying to give the jerk a hint to
back off, to no avail.  We go along another mile and I'm getting more
ticked.  If I had to stop for any reason this gal would have been up my
tailpipe.
This was at 5PM and traffic was heavy.  There was another car in front
of me about 20 yards, and a whole line of cars in front of it.  So it's
not like this gal was going to go anywhere anyway.  Well, about a mile
later the one lane road splits into two lanes.  I see this girl weaving
in and out of both lanes trying to get ahead of everyone.  I don't get
it, 5PM Friday rush hour traffic!  Where does this person think they are
going?  I'm in the left lane, and she finally manuevers next to me in
the right lane.  I see it's a young gal and ask myself if she ever took
driver's education.  She is now still to my side, but slightly ahead of
me, her rear bumber about in line with my front tire.  With absolutely
no warning, she veers into my lane.  I SLAMMED on my brakes and I still
don't know how she missed Rachael and I.  Now I WAS PISSED OFF!!!  We
come to a light just turning red, I hop out of my car run up to her and
say a few choice words and ask her what in the !@%#*! she thinks she's
doing.  Just because she drives a piece of crap and doesn't care if it's
dented up I DO !!!  Well, her male passenger hops out of the car starts
yelling to get away from his wife and runs around the back over to me. 
He's yelling, I'm yelling,  he tells me to get away or he's going to
punch me out.  He was a squirrely little guy.  He's got his fist cocked
back like he thinks he's going to punch me and has a hold of the
shoulder of my shirt.  We yell some more, him still with his fist
cocked.  I quiet down and in a low seething voice tell him that his
first punch better be damn good, bacause it will be his last.  That
struck home,  he let go, backed off and in a now quiet voice says to
just get away from his wife.  Well, the light turns green he hops in his
car and they make a speedy get away running away on the first side
street.  It's now seven hours later and I'm still pissed off!  If they
had hit my car it would have been good night.  Bye the way, as I was
getting back into my car, the surrounding driver's were all yelling at
me, "Way to go, what a menace she is, she ought to have her license
revoked, etc."

The moral, DRIVE DEFENSIVELY!

Greg, I hope there was enough T-3 content in there.  I am now through
ranting, and thank you for your support.

Charlie
'67 Square  just barely alive!