Dangerous Driving and Road Rage

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I like to adopt the hit now, ask later approach. Far less bothersome. I have tones of road rage experiences. I'll give two stories.

I was teaching my best friend (no longer) how to drive a manual transmission. She was getting fairly decent at it, so I decided to let her drive.

We were only headed a couple miles down the road, and it was fairly late at night. I figured there wouldn't be much traffic, so why not?

Things are going well, then about half a mile from our destination she inevitably stalls at a light. The gentleman behind us obviously wasn't too happy, and begins yelling and honking. He pulls up to our passenger side and starts cussing her out in spanish. She's like wtf? I'm thinking, okay you're a complete dumbass, fuck off. Give him the one finger salute, and that pretty much did it.

He starts throwing shit at my car (dented it in two places), and now my driver is freaking the hell out. I didn't notice this asshole was still following us.

She pulls off the road, and then the guy follows us and blocks us in. We're both already out by the time we see him coming, and then he charges at me with a gun in his hand. I just yell run, and we both take off running. I'm much faster than the short legged fuck so by the time he sets off I'm well ahead.

He quickly gave up, and then starts hitting my windshield. Isn't that nice? Thankfully didn't do any more damage to the rest of the car, just glass. Phew! Scratched my drivers side window a little too (how the hell do you do that?).

He takes off in his car, and I quickly dive in mine. At that point I have no idea where my lady friend is. I launched my car so hard I broke an exhaust hanger It took me all of 100 yds to get right up on this ass clown. I took his plate number, and let him run.

Within seconds of calling the cops, I was surrounded. I told the guy what happened, and he told me to follow him to where they had the guy. I get there and his car is being tossed by like 5 APD officers They found a gun, some crack, and a knife. What a fucking night.

Story 2:

One time I'm on my way home from class, and we're approaching a traffic circle. There are two lanes leading up to the traffic circle, and the traffic circle is intended to be wide enough for two vehicles to enter side by side, for those that want to turn off on the first exit.

We turn onto the street that leads to the traffic circle, and this pickup truck is literally doing 10-15mph, so I accelerate around him in the left hand lane of the two. He obviously didn't like that.

I did not slow down at the yield sign because obviously if there is nobody to yield to, you just proceed as normal, which I did. As I entered the traffic circle, the truck comes up on my right, and tries to ram me into the curb. Big mistake. My initial response is a blurr, so I won't speculate.

Right after the traffic circle is the parking garage for my apartment complex, which the pickup truck just happens to turn into. Isn't that nice! I follow him to his parking space, park behind him, slip my taser in my back pocket, and approach his drivers side.

From what I remember, the conversation went a little something like this:

Me: Are you completely retarded? You almost rammed me into me.
Him: You blew through a yield sign!
Me: Well dumbass, do you know what yield means? It means GIVE WAY! No other traffic to yield to, NO YIELD! Learn the fucking Texas highway code.

We exchange a few more words that I can't remember, and I head inside. I have a wee temper