Okay, so we were coming back from seeing my psychiatrist Dr. Feldman, when we noticed a red pickup truck of some sort tailing us. Couldn't tell what it was, as it was one that belonged to one of those drivers who thinks it's cool to remove the makers' badge from the grill. What I can tell you is it was a very large truck already, one of those overly long four door trucks, but its owner had made it even bigger with a modified undercarriage that gave it higher ground clearance and larger, almost monster truck sized wheels. So this big red monstrosity tailgated us for a while. My mom refused to go any faster, because she was going the speed limit, and if the driver of the hideous beast behind us didn't like it, well, tough shit.
Ultimately, the truck did pass us. As it did so, it roared by with a growl that vibrated our poor little Ford Focus. Evidently the driver had a glass pack or something. The windows were all tinted, and anyway the vehicle was too high up as it passed us for me to see the driver. After passing us, the truck proceeded to do the same thing to two other speed-limit-obeying cars ahead of us, jumping one after the other in the drivers' apparent haste to get to wherever it was they were going.
But the real doozy is the guy who passed us not even five minutes later. Just as the red pickup was disappearing over the horizon (the driver was really flooring it), we found ourselves tailgated by a smaller Ford Ranger and behind it, a dark green Dodge of some sort, which dwarfed it. It wasn't long before they passed us, too. The Ranger swung around and I, annoyed at such impatient drivers who insisted on riding right behind other cars and then speeding past when the person in front doesn't increase their speed to their liking, glanced at it. The driver was a fairly young guy with glasses, and he gave our Focus a dirty look, exasperated, as if to say how dare we go the speed limit.
Then he was past us. And then came the huge green Dodge. I hadn't yet turned my head to look out the front again, and, so, as the Dodge shot past, essentially right on the Ranger's rear, I saw its driver: a very skinny elderly man. And he was yelling at us. His face was twisted into an expression of such disgust and rage as I've never seen on a person before. He wore glasses, a baseball cap, and was in bad need of a shave. One hand gripped the wheel, the other held a very large cigar. And as he flew past us, he shouted inaudible things before continuing on. I was taken aback. Ahead, he, like the red truck before, started car-hopping, passing even the Ford Ranger, and then he was gone.
What a very surreal experience...
6 years, 1 month ago
16 Mar 2013 09:16 CET