Of all the things
that could spoil a nice, long, easy-going, cross-country drive, road rage would have to be one of the worse. Unlike
like a flat tire which can easily be fixed with a jack and a spare, some basket-case on your rear is nothing nice.
Every tap on your brake could potentially send the tailgating lunatic into a frenzy, nostrils flaring, temperature
rising, with horn blaring. Sure I’ve hand a bird or two tossed my way, but nothing too crazy or life-threatening and
for those who most certainly could have shortened my days from their lack of attention or poor handling of the wheel, I
assume they didn’t intend to cut me off and thank goodness that I’m still alive and breathing. One way or another I
ended up on this hilarious and saddening Etiquette Hell site which has a
section devoted to Road Rage.
From the first page of archived stories I didn’t see any cross-country road rage experiences and thank heavens, but
there are some with special trips to the library 80 miles down the way and to see loved ones in a nearby city that have
one hoping and praying before the sick crazed tale is over. Good way to kill time if you’re home like me on this
Saturday night.
(Photo from: Davenetics who experiences no rage on the road in
Samoa.)