"In driving school, our class was shown a video about road rage and one of the stories was about a pastor. This pastor dude was getting annoyed with another driver in a typical Ford style truck and eventually they pulled to the side of the road to duke it out. Well, the pastor pulled out a crossbow from the back of his car and shot the truck driver, killing the dude.
I later looked into it and found a video where they were interviewing the pastor and he was totally unrepentant - he thought he was completely justified in killing the guy and thought that it was some huge violation of justice that he was in prison."
"We had a high school 'bully' who always liked to go to parties, start fights and generally just wanted to be the tough guy. He was bigger than most and won the fights. Obviously not a lot of fun when he'd show up to a party. One day, he decided to get into some road rage that eventually led to him and the other vehicle pulling over to fight. The fight started when the other driver broke the bully's window with a tire iron, pulled him through said window, and beat him half to death on the side of the road (he didn't use the tire iron to beat him). The guy the bully decided to road rage with was a member of the local minor league hockey team. That bully stopped picking fights at parties after that."
"Back in the mid-'90s, I was getting a ride home from my roommate and his dad. His dad was a real jerk. Anyway, we were in the left lane of the highway going like 5 miles under the speed limit. We were getting passed by dozens of cars until one guy came right up behind our car, tailgating. My roommate's dad would speed up a little, then just SLAM on the brakes, like almost coming to a complete stop in the left lane of the highway. Like, this stupid stuff was going to get someone killed. And he must have done it half a dozen times to this guy and my friend's dad was just screaming, 'GO AHEAD! REAR END ME! I'LL SUE YOU FOR EVERYTHING YOU OWN!' So after the 6th time he slammed on the brakes, police lights and siren come on from the unmarked cop car that my roommate's idiot dad had been screwing with. I swear, his dad got almost $700 in tickets that day, it was so great."
"My friend and I were trying to hail a cab, so we were standing on the opposite ends of the corner. We happened to hail a cab at the same time, but we decided to go into the one I hailed. Apparently, the taxi driver that my friend hailed must have interpreted this as the other taxi driver stealing his fare and didn't take it too well.
He first blocked the entire road so we couldn't get through. Our driver had to drive on the sidewalk to get around him. When we got past him, he proceeded to drive to chase after us. When we got to a light, the taxi driver got out, took out a knife, and started slashing our taxi driver's tires. The light turned green and when we got to the next light, it happened again. He got out, started slashing his tires. This time though he went for the door handle on my side to open it, luckily it was locked.
After this, we lost him, but we continued to fear that he would come back and stab our driver or us."
"I once saw a guy in a Tahoe block two lanes of traffic while trying to get in a turn lane. The guy he'd wedged himself in front of honked at him and gave him the 'WTF' shrug. The guy in the Tahoe rolled down his window and ran his mouth, then rolled it back up. When the light turned green, he stayed there just to tick everyone off. Someone else honked at him and he rolled down the window again and pointed a revolver at the guy he cut off. and the guy sped off. I got my phone out, dialed 911, and decided I was going to follow this jerk. He ran the light and I was right behind him, telling the operator which direction we were heading, suspect description, license plate, etc. The guy didn't even know I was following him for a while. We both ran another red light and after that, I think he got the clue. Amazingly, he fled down the exact path I drive home almost every day. He turned into my neighborhood and turned down a dead end. I stopped at the end of the block and waited for him to come out. He came out and turned down another dead end and pulled in a random driveway. That's when I noticed that there was more than one guy in the truck. The cops had caught up to us at this point and had all of them get out of the car while they held them at gunpoint. I told the operator I had frozen items in my truck and needed to get them home. I gave them all my information and went on home, which was like two blocks away. They searched the truck but found no gun whatsoever. A little later, someone called the cops from the first dead end and said they found a revolver in their front yard. Apparently, the prints matched someone in the truck. About 2 weeks later or so, I got a call from a detective. He said that when I lost sight of them at the first dead end they claimed they switched drivers or something like that. So since I lost sight and couldn't provide positive ID, they couldn't get them on the brandishing/road rage incident, but two of them were felons and both had prints on the gun, so they got locked up."
"I was driving on a more empty part of the freeway in the middle of the week day. There was only one other car who was about 50 feet behind me. They randomly, out of nowhere, sped up close behind me. I was already going 10+ over the speed limit, so I figured they'd just switch lanes and pass me. Nope! They continued to swerve crazily behind me, getting uncomfortably close every few seconds. Finally, they switched lanes, but things only got worse. They began to 'push' me to the edge/shoulder by slowing up or speeding down to match my speed, then slowly drifting over the line into my lane. My heart was beating so fast, I was terrified! I wanted to call the cops, but I was scared to let go of the wheel in case they hit my car. I realized they were trying to run my car off the road, but I had no clue why. This went on for over 10 minutes until they apparently lost interest and sped off. Luckily, my exit came into view and I breathed a sigh of relief even though I was still shaking. Scariest thing ever to happen to me on the road."
"I used to drive semi-trucks over 10 years ago, and I had plenty of experiences with road rage. I am mainly on the receiving end because people seem to think that a 40 ton 60-70 foot long vehicle can perform like a car. I was going through an interchange and the merge ramp was two lanes wide. I was in the left lane because the right one goes away rather quickly. A beat-up pickup was driving right next to me the entire time. I kept wondering where he was going since the lane gives away. I was not even going fast, maybe 50 mph since it is a transition ramp, and you have to initially slow down, so he could have easily passed me, semis aren't really known for their acceleration. I figured I would slow down if he signaled, but he never did. Finally, his lane started pinching out and he was still about 10 ft behind the nose of my truck. He slammed on his brakes and dropped behind me. Once behind me, he whipped over, came up on my left side, pulled in front of me and pulled a brake check. I didn't hit him, but I sorta smirked at the stupidity. A semi can't stop very fast, and in a situation like this, the semi can ride up and over a standard car. While I would survive fine, the guy brake checking me could have died. You see a lot of stupid stuff when you drive big rig."
"I was going home via a two lane road over these hills. There was a blonde lady going slow in front of me in the fast lane. I just went around her. I looked at her to see why she was going to slow and it's because she was in fact on the phone. I didn't flip her off or make a face or anything, literally just went on my way.
Ten minutes later, I was in my neighborhood and I realized this nut was right behind me. Somehow she was offended that I passed her and now wanted to find out where I live.
So I went around the block two times real slow and she was still right behind me. Finally, I pulled over, opened my trunk, took out one of my softball bats and started heading toward her car. Clearly, I was defending myself now.
I yelled at her, 'Call 911. We're going to find out why you're trying to find out where my kids live!'
She saw me coming with the bat (she was in a BMW) quickly backed up and sped away, knowing she would be at fault if the police came. She didn't live anywhere around there. I have no idea what her plan was to do to me, my family or my house, just another nut who gets offended when the wind blows."
"On my old commute, there used to be a traffic light at the bottom of a steep hill that I often had to stop at. People in my area are pretty ballsy with yellow lights, and usually so am I. However, on this particular morning, the roads were very icy and poorly plowed, so I decided to actually stop at the yellow light, because I could, and because I wasn't sure I'd make it through the left turn and wind up where I expected to go if I hit the gas.
There was an older guy in a pickup behind me. He slammed on his horn, and then proceeded to punch it to keep beeping at me (while the light was red). Through my rearview mirror, I saw him pick up a stack of papers from his passenger seat, and throw them at his windshield, and shake his fists and basically throw a nutty tantrum.
He then followed me into my office park, where I drove around the different buildings so that he couldn't see which one I worked at. He followed me OUT of the office park, where I then drove into the parking lot of the nearby police station, and he did not follow me into there. At that point, I went to work.
What a creepy jerk."
"So we were 18 and we'd just done the paintball thing. The four of us had a nice summer weekend afternoon shooting our friends with little exploding red, blue and green blobs and we were heading home.
The route back is along this two lane highway from the nearest paintball shop to my friend's folk's place in a very affluent suburb. Traffic was pretty heavy as it was evening and people were going out for dinner and all the other things people do on weekends. We'd passed a few intersections when this dude pulled out behind us.
Keep in mind, this is a two lane highway in bumper to bumper traffic going, at most, 20 mph.
Dude that got behind us was going crazy. I was in the back and I turned around to ensure he's not escorting his pregnant wife to the hospital or something like that. He was not. We ignored him and drive another minute or two.
Yet he was still flipping out. Honking, flashing the lights. There was no place for us to go other than pull off into the ditch or rear-end the car in front of us. So my friend, Skippy had had enough. Next time we were at a full stop, he stuck his head out the window and shouted, 'Where exactly do you want me to go?!'
This guy lost it. He wasn't a big guy, but he got out of the car and started chasing us on foot. Mind you, we're still IN the car. The light turned green, we crept ahead, but in one of those moments of realization, we came to understand that 'crawling' in a car is still pretty much top speed in a foot race. So this deranged idiot was chasing after us. We turned on to Skippy's road. He was still back there, still running.
Skippy slammed on the brakes. Our pursuer face planted into the back of the car (which is a hatchback - so we get the full effect) and fell to the pavement.
At that point we speed home uphill on the side street, never to see Mr. Road Rage ever again."
"I was on my break from work, bringing a bunch of food back for my co-workers, really pressed for time. I was on a two-lane road, directly parallel to this light-green car. The two lanes eventually merge into one, so I started to speed up. I got in front of the guy, my blinker on and everything, with enough room between us that there could have been another car. Apparently being passed by someone did not float this guy's boat because he started tailgating me, turning his brights on and off, signaling me to pull over. Of course I wasn't going to because it was pretty clear this guy was unstable, plus it was a busy road and there wasn't a shoulder to pull over onto, and for what? Passing him?
Anyway, he continued to tailgate me for two miles, honking and crap until eventually we pulled up to a stoplight. There was one car ahead of me. This guy pulled up on my passenger side and started screaming at me like crazy. I swear, I thought the veins on this guy's head were going to pop because he was so furious. He was yelling something about how I was a C-U-Next-Tuesday for passing him and all of this other terrible stuff. I was a little startled and started to inch forwards and that ticked him off even more. He started to jerk his car forwards and kept pace with me. When it came to a point where I was ahead of him and he couldn't be right next to me, I heard his car door open and I looked over and he was out of his car and standing next to mine. This maniac started pulling on my passenger side door-handle, trying to get in, yelling, 'OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!' I panicked and the light turned green so I just drove off. He tried to follow me, but I cut through a cul-de-sac so he couldn't. It shook me up pretty bad, I got back to work and started crying."
"This jerk cut me off before we got onto a major freeway and ticked me off. Somehow, I ended up in front of him and to get back at him, I would drive slow in the fast lane when there was someone beside me, then speed up once I passed that person to get to the next car, where I would proceed to drive slowly again.
This went on for like five minutes before the dude got really mad, and whipped around beside me. He was incredibly ticked. He rolled down his window and was yelling at me, but I just gave him a grin, because it was honestly hilarious. Now, I'm a scrawny guy that drives a 2003 Pontiac Sunfire (I don't have power windows so I couldn't engage in his banter), and this guy was some oil rigger in a pickup truck, so I think he felt like he needed to assert his masculinity or something. Then he started throwing crap at me. At first it was trash and rocks, but then he picked up a tire iron and threatened to throw it at me. I nearly crapped myself at this point, so I stopped trying to tick him off and got off on the next exit.
Learned a lesson and now I generally don't try to tick people off while driving anymore."
"I had given my brother a ride to the bank and was pulling out of the parking lot when this guy comes screeching into the parking lot entrance in a full-size truck. He came within inches of hitting my car and as he passed by, I yelled at him out of my window. He slammed on his brakes about ten feet behind me, got out of his truck and came running over to my car as I was waiting to turn. He immediately yelled at me, saying, 'What'd you just call me?!
I responded, 'You almost hit me right there!' He cocked back and punched me in the mouth while I was still sitting in my car. I immediately got out of the car and as soon as I stood up, he realized I was taller than him by a foot and outweigh him by at least 50lbs. He backed up and started swinging at me, not landing anything. As soon as I got an opening, I threw a couple back and nailed him in the temple on both sides of the head. He got a little dizzy and started to lose his balance. He was stumbling and trying to cover his head. I was just about to throw a kick to his knee when his wife jumped in front of me yelling at me, trying to get me to stop. I looked up and saw his kids watching the whole thing from the back window. I got back into my car and drove off with a fat lip. I'm glad his wife stopped me as I would have likely broken his knee. I felt horrible about doing anything at all after I realized his kids had witnessed the whole thing, but hey, I was young and he hit me first."
"There was a really large truck that was towing a 30-ish foot trailer. He was riding pretty close to the middle line, but I was going 74 (speed limit 70) and started to pass him. He kept slowly drifting over the line until I was on the rumble strips. I started honking and sped up to around 78 to get past him. He then started speeding up, honking, and passing me on the right.
I immediately slowed down to 70-ish and got back behind him to give him space. I stayed behind him for about 15 minutes and he gradually slowed down and passed a few cars without using his signal. When his speed dropped to 65, I started passing him again and he started drifting over again. This time it was worse than the first time and my left tires were over the rumble strips and almost in the grass. I started honking and sped up to 80 to get away. He started honking and speeding up again. So I gunned it to 90 until that piece of crap was a dot in my rearview.
I was terrified. I don't know what caused him to be so aggressive."
"This woman was offended that I had my right turn signal on but wasn't turning at a red light (no turn on red). It's a dumb sign since it's an easy turn to make on red, but I happened to know a cop camps that light in a blind spot and had busted two of my friends for running it. She got out of her car and is calling me all kinds of names and cussing. I looked back and saw she was driving a Jeep with the windows down and her car had her three young kids in it, all looking at her in horror. I just said, 'Lady, I hope you get some help,' and drove off as the light turned.
Ugh, some people..."
"I was driving home from a meeting on an old winding highway. The speed limit was 35, but being an 18-year-old in a car with a lower center of gravity, I had little interest in adhering to the limit. In front of me was a car driving 25. No problem, I can deal with that for a minute as I knew there was an opportunity to pass them coming up. A minute later, the median line lets me know passing is legal and moderately safe (I never pass illegally on this highway, I'm not that stupid) so I downshift and pull into the other lane. The other driver started accelerating too. This I never understood, why do you now have to speed up when you didn't mind driving under the limit for who knows how long before you knew I was going to share the road? We both got up to 75 MPH before I decided my pride wasn't worth a head on collision in my tin can car and I pulled back in behind the other car. At first, all was well, the other driver was keeping up a decent clip and I figured I'd be able to get home soon to satiate my powerful desire to eat. Then the other guy decided to brake check me. Thankfully we had just crested a hill and I had looked to see no opposing traffic. I swung rather haphazardly into the other lane and flew by the guy. A textbook example of complete nonsense to me."
"My girlfriend and I were leaving her house in separate cars. At the stop sign down the street, she and a van arrived at about the same time. She was to the right of him (thus having the right of way) and went first. Though her wheels already crossed the line and she was in motion, the guy in the van floored it and nearly hit her. She kept going, he stopped and honked at her. I was behind her, saw this, thought it was dumb, but whatever.
She was at a light waiting to turn left when the guy flipped a wild (and wildly illegal) U-turn. He pulled up next to her, window down, and started yelling at her. She didn't give a crap and kept her window up. I pulled in behind her and got out of my car and basically told the guy to lay off and find something better to do than yell at a girl less than half his age. He told me I was a wimp and he could see in my eyes I was 'scared pantsless.' He eventually drove off, never getting out of his car."
"My dad and I were driving home and we got cut off by a guy. We were shaken, but changed lanes and hoped we never see him again. A few minutes later, we passed the same guy in the lane right next to us. The driver and his girlfriend/wife (I'm assuming) started taunting us (both of our cars have their windows down), so my dad stared straight ahead, flipped him off, and drove away.
A few minutes later, my dad looked in his rearview and saw the car approaching us with the woman hanging out of the window, holding some kind of tool (it looked like a hammer), so my dad started to get freaked out. We took the next exit, the guy flew past it. We thought we were safe, but as we were on the off ramp at a red light, we saw the guy pull onto the shoulder, back up on the freeway til he got to the exit, and drive up behind us. The light turned green and there were a lot of cars in between us, so we just booked it.
About ten minutes later, we saw this guy still behind us. We got stuck at a red light with him right behind us. He parked the car, walked towards the driver's side door and started kicking my dad's door, screaming at my dad to 'open the door, you effing wimp.' A bike cop, who was on the other side of the intersection, saw what was going on. He hit his lights and sirens and headed over. The guy kicking my dad's door saw this, screamed, and ran towards his car. He doesn't make it. He got arrested as his girlfriend/wife screamed, 'Let him go, he was just playing,' as well as calling my dad every name in the book."