Yesterday when I was driving home from work with Aiden, I had a moment of road rage. I was in the middle lane, coming up on a PT Cruiser that was following a big rig in the right lane. RIGHT as I was about to pass them, the PT pulls in front of me. No warning. I slam on my brakes and mutter, "Really??" I check for cars over my shoulder in the left lane, see no one coming, so I pull over into the left lane. The PT pulls in front of me AGAIN. "REALLY?! UGH!" I slam on my brakes AGAIN as the PT driver looks at me in his side mirror. I check over my right shoulder for oncoming cars, I flip on my blinker and as I'm turning back forward the PT SLAMS on his brakes. Dude. Are you trying to kill us?
At this point, I have to swerve into the middle lane to avoid an accident. As I'm passing the wacko on the right, he throws the car into the left exit lane. GAH. So glad we made it out of that alive.
A minute later, I'm in the right lane two miles from our exit. There's almost no one in that lane, so I decide to pass on the right. No reason to cross two lanes to pass a guy in the middle lane, just to get back over in that right lane for my exit. But as I'm getting ready to pass the guy in the middle, he speeds up, so I can't pass him. At the same time, a truck pulls onto the entrance ramp. I try to gas it to avoid both vehicles, but there wasn't enough time. So again, I have to slam on my brakes.
From the back seat: "Really?"
Aiden decided to put his two cents in about all these dumb drivers. EXCELLENT.
I swear, I am not usually a brake slammer. I generally drive about 70 mph. I know that is above the normal posted speed on the interstate of 65 mph, but in my defense, at least a third of the other vehicles on the road are staying up there with me. I just had a particularly crazy drive home.