More Road Rage…

A friend and frequent B.la commenter, Mr. Hooks, provided the following incident that occurred this morning during his commute to work:

I was driving to work on the 91 west, and right around the 710 interchange or just after, I notice a gold Accord tailgating a dark green Acura. I’m not sure what started it, if the Acura guy cut off the Accord guy, or if the Accord guy is just pissed off that the Acura guy wasn’t driving fast enough, but this goes on for awhile. Then suddenly the Acura zips across two lanes, right in between two semis, and books it to the next off ramp. The Accord guy follows, pulls up next to the Acura, and throws a big 64-ounce plastic cup full of water out the driver-side window and over his own car to hit the Acura. Then he pulls onto the off ramp and chases the Acura off the freeway.

If I wasn’t already late for work, and in the fast lane, I might have been interested in following them. :D

Meanwhile, the only exciting thing that happened to me, apart from being *this close* to being involved in yet another accident, is seeing the rear hatch of a minivan *pop open*! Thankfully, this was on surface streets, but the funny part was that the driver didn’t pull over to shut the hatch shut. I suppose s/he and her/his passenger were too oblivious to notice the sudden blast of noise coming from the rear of the car!

One Reply to “More Road Rage…”

  1. I spend at least an hour a day on the freeway (half hour each way to and from work) and hardly a day goes by where, like you, I’m *this close* to being involved in a car wreck. I now measure the quality of my commute by how close, and how big a wreck I missed during my travels.

    Today was relatively minor as it was only a sports car cut over two lanes, including the 15 or so feet between me and the car in front of me, and then *crossed the double yellow lines* to enter the car pool lane, causing the car in that lane to lock their brakes, honking while the Porsche zipped on ahead. I say this was minor because my car probably wouldn’t have sustained *much* damage had the sports car been destroyed, and I wouldn’t be held liable. Thus is how I measure success while traveling the L.A. Freeways these days.

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