Tailgated
I think it's an ego thing in some male drivers. They just can't seem to take it lying down if some car zooms past them. Especially if they think that their car is a meaner and more powerful machine than the one that just zipped past.
I met a fucking bastardy Subaru driver today.
Please pardon my language since they're the kindest adjectives I could find in the dictionary of idoit drivers.
The story goes like this.
I was late for class because I was held up at work. I certainly wasn't driving like I was going to the beach on a Sunday so you can imagine the number of times my headlights flashed at some crawling taxi and right signal came on while I was on the first lane. The FB was way ahead of me in the first lane, maintaining an average speed. I drove right past him on the second lane and kept to it since there weren't any cars around and I was already going at the limit. The FB either thought I was trying to show off, or he was trying to prove he's got too much tucked on his seat below the steering wheel. Whatever it was, he suddenly cut out from lane 1, and came right behind me. I thought he was going to overtake me and cut into lane 1 which was empty but no, there was no fun in that. Besides, I guess he didn't want to face the humiliation of losing out to me if I did decide to take him on a race. So he chose to do the most annoying thing -- tailgate.
He came up really close and that wasn't enough. The car surged forward at me like he was going to run me over. I couldn't see anything except half his windscreen. It really amazed me how he could come this close and yet not hit me. I should have just jammed on the brakes and let him ram into me because I'm sure if I did an E-brake, there was no way he would have swerved out in time without scraping my ass the very least.
I really couldn't be bothered to race him because that was never my intention but boy was I mad at his rougish behaviour.
And no I didn't get his license plate number because his car isn't exactly a head-turner, and there really wasn't a need to devote such attention to a road bully.
It's weird how men are such insecure creatures hidden behind the hardness of metal. They tend to feel threatened by their own imagination, and then take it to be someone else's intent. I was not trying to prove anything with my car, but I guess he saw a need to make himself noticed by me.
Which by the way, is an outright pathetic attempt if you're trying to show off your car's power or your driving capabilities because really, if you're that good, you'd be fronting a F1 V8 engine and making headlines in Sports News and not chugging along 90km/h roads in Singapore in a cheap Subaru.
I met a fucking bastardy Subaru driver today.
Please pardon my language since they're the kindest adjectives I could find in the dictionary of idoit drivers.
The story goes like this.
I was late for class because I was held up at work. I certainly wasn't driving like I was going to the beach on a Sunday so you can imagine the number of times my headlights flashed at some crawling taxi and right signal came on while I was on the first lane. The FB was way ahead of me in the first lane, maintaining an average speed. I drove right past him on the second lane and kept to it since there weren't any cars around and I was already going at the limit. The FB either thought I was trying to show off, or he was trying to prove he's got too much tucked on his seat below the steering wheel. Whatever it was, he suddenly cut out from lane 1, and came right behind me. I thought he was going to overtake me and cut into lane 1 which was empty but no, there was no fun in that. Besides, I guess he didn't want to face the humiliation of losing out to me if I did decide to take him on a race. So he chose to do the most annoying thing -- tailgate.
He came up really close and that wasn't enough. The car surged forward at me like he was going to run me over. I couldn't see anything except half his windscreen. It really amazed me how he could come this close and yet not hit me. I should have just jammed on the brakes and let him ram into me because I'm sure if I did an E-brake, there was no way he would have swerved out in time without scraping my ass the very least.
I really couldn't be bothered to race him because that was never my intention but boy was I mad at his rougish behaviour.
And no I didn't get his license plate number because his car isn't exactly a head-turner, and there really wasn't a need to devote such attention to a road bully.
It's weird how men are such insecure creatures hidden behind the hardness of metal. They tend to feel threatened by their own imagination, and then take it to be someone else's intent. I was not trying to prove anything with my car, but I guess he saw a need to make himself noticed by me.
Which by the way, is an outright pathetic attempt if you're trying to show off your car's power or your driving capabilities because really, if you're that good, you'd be fronting a F1 V8 engine and making headlines in Sports News and not chugging along 90km/h roads in Singapore in a cheap Subaru.
posted by Me at 12:27 am
1 Comments:
its a V10 engine sweets:)
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