When I see road rage, I cry a little on the inside.
But on a side note, a few months ago I had someone cut me off while he was merging into traffic on I-95. The only way I could avoid an accident was to swerve one lane over. The person who wound up behind me in that lane thought I was trying to cut me off sped around me, pulled right in front and slammed on his brakes, all in a Ford Explorer. So, I went into the next lane when I got a bit of room, and just eased off. Didn't try and pass him or anything. Well, he gets it in his mind to let me know how he felt about what he thought was me running him off the road. He rolls down his window and starts screaming and making all kinds of wicked funny gestures at me.
Being the nice guy I am, I smile and wave at him. Apparently, he took this as hostile, so he slows down, pulls behind me and starts tailing me super close. I would normally just give a "brake test", but didn't feel like wrecking my car, so I let him follow me til I get off at my exit. I get off the highway, and he's still following me, right on my ass. After a few turns through town, it's obvious he's following me, so I call a friend who's an officer with Melbourne PD (benefit of the job), and let him know what's going on. He tells me to just let the guy follow me down Babcock St, a fairly major road.
It just so happens that MPD has a large substation on Babcock. I pull into the parking lot next to the station, with strange guy in an SUV closely in tow. I only wish I could have seen his face when I pull my car to a stop directly in between two squad cars, officers with guns unholstered. They had a few words with him, and then made him come over to apologize to me.
I felt undeservedly important, and very glad to have friends in powerful civic-minded jobs.
