I lost it one day. In my 20s I drove fast. All lanes that were available in one direction were free for the taking in my eyes. I didn't cut people off and I didn't brake on them (once I got out of my teens I didn't). Someone in a 3rd gen Firebird ran through the beginning of a red light and pulled out in front of me one day when I was hustling about 20 over the speed limit on a business boulevard. I piled up behind him because that's all I could do to keep from hitting him. He didn't see me until I was on his bumper and he slammed his brakes on thinking I was doing it on purpose. I waved him on as if to say, yeah, what ever, get on down the road now--and I was backing off due to speed falling from where he pulled out in front of me. He saw me wave him on and slammed his brakes on almost coming to a stop and that's all it took. He ran the light, violated my right of way and he's going to be an ass too? When he sped up and changed lanes to make his turn at the next light I got beside him with my right 1/4 on his left fender and swerved and hit him. He tried to avoid me but got hit and went up on the curb. Is that what you wanted butthole? And then I thought to myself, "Why'd I do that? Now my car has a dent."
One week to the day I was driving my boss down the exact road. I had to do the speed limit with him. It was at the same time of day, and behind me flies up what looks like the same Firebird and he's right on my bumper this time. I just went on my way doing the speed limit pretending that I wasn't who he thought I was and he just made his turn at the same place he was going when I hit him the week before. You'd have thought he would learn that I wasn't afraid to hit him once, I might do it again.
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