Got hit in the head
Book Guy
I write it like I mean it, but mostly they just want my money.
I needed this like I needed a good solid whack on the head.
I was driving on a typical suburban four-lane road around here today, trying to get some errands and shopping done. I decided to move right in order to exit for some gasoline. I used the turn signal, but after getting halfway into the new lane to my right, the dude in the pickup truck behind me got pissed off that I was holding him up, so he proceeded to gun his engine and pass me on my right. Recap: while signaling right, halfway over to the right, a dude chose to START passing me on my right.
I avoided him, backed off, tried again. He gave me the big bird finger in his rear window at the next stoplight, I just smiled. I then proceeded another lane to the right, exited, and entered a gasoline station.
Halfway through me being done pumping my gas, KATHOOM I felt a whack at the base of my spine. Then KATHOOM another one. Each was hard enough, and well-placed enough, that it was quite close to knocking me unconscious. I stumbled the first time, and was experiencing vertigo and "voom voom" vision and sounds, when the second one hit. A woman screamed somewhere. I stumbled again, did not hit the pavement, and regained my bearings. The next thing I heard was squealing tires as the truck I recognized from before sped away.
Now my neck hurts like hell, I'm worried that a psycho is on the loose and chasing me down, and I have to get up every 3 hours tonight to make sure I don't have a concussion. Geez. I musta really pissed that dude off, for him to be such a man as to hit me from behind twice and drive away before we could even get into a good fight. :(
I dunno, maybe I cut him off once or twice earlier than the initial reported incident, above. I didn't notice. It's not like his "right" to speed around me would have benefitted him at all -- the suburban lanes were so jam-packed with weekenders that he didn't get any farther than the car in front of me, after he so petulantly sped around me. Wish I'd gotten his license plate number.
It's funny how that KATHOOM feeling goes. I've been hit in the head in sports before, so I recognized it. Everything goes voom-voom-funny, ya know what I'm talking about? He must have used a rock or a tire iron or something, it didn't feel like a fist.
Nice, hunh?
I was driving on a typical suburban four-lane road around here today, trying to get some errands and shopping done. I decided to move right in order to exit for some gasoline. I used the turn signal, but after getting halfway into the new lane to my right, the dude in the pickup truck behind me got pissed off that I was holding him up, so he proceeded to gun his engine and pass me on my right. Recap: while signaling right, halfway over to the right, a dude chose to START passing me on my right.
I avoided him, backed off, tried again. He gave me the big bird finger in his rear window at the next stoplight, I just smiled. I then proceeded another lane to the right, exited, and entered a gasoline station.
Halfway through me being done pumping my gas, KATHOOM I felt a whack at the base of my spine. Then KATHOOM another one. Each was hard enough, and well-placed enough, that it was quite close to knocking me unconscious. I stumbled the first time, and was experiencing vertigo and "voom voom" vision and sounds, when the second one hit. A woman screamed somewhere. I stumbled again, did not hit the pavement, and regained my bearings. The next thing I heard was squealing tires as the truck I recognized from before sped away.
Now my neck hurts like hell, I'm worried that a psycho is on the loose and chasing me down, and I have to get up every 3 hours tonight to make sure I don't have a concussion. Geez. I musta really pissed that dude off, for him to be such a man as to hit me from behind twice and drive away before we could even get into a good fight. :(
I dunno, maybe I cut him off once or twice earlier than the initial reported incident, above. I didn't notice. It's not like his "right" to speed around me would have benefitted him at all -- the suburban lanes were so jam-packed with weekenders that he didn't get any farther than the car in front of me, after he so petulantly sped around me. Wish I'd gotten his license plate number.
It's funny how that KATHOOM feeling goes. I've been hit in the head in sports before, so I recognized it. Everything goes voom-voom-funny, ya know what I'm talking about? He must have used a rock or a tire iron or something, it didn't feel like a fist.
Nice, hunh?
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If you don't have a serious injury, then you got off lucky. There are a lot nuts around. I hope you are feeling better soon. And, my 2 cent advice is even if you're in the right while driving you're in the wrong. It just isn't worth the hassle. Who knows the guy could have been dumped by his girlfriend or lost his job and is only temporarily crazy.
Except of course the danged suburban traffic. That was pissing ME off ...
I remember one time I signaled to get into the left turn lane. There was a car in front of me a moment ago and still in the same lane driving a bit slowly. They did not signal so I thought they were going straight. Without any car ahead of me in the turn lane, I started to speed up slightly since the light was green and no one was ahead of me now. The car beside me or pretty much only a foot or two in front of me in the other lane decided they wanted to turn left suddenly. Suddenly they must have noticed me in the turn lane. They got back in their lane and I must have slightly jerked my steering wheel left to make my car go a couple of feet to the left to avoid them. Suddenly after I turned and lost sight of the car, I noticed someone chasing me down a two lane road I was on. I sped up to get away. They sped up faster. I started thinking oh hell, someone must be suffering road rage thinking they got cut off. Suddenly I saw blue lights flashing and was a bit relieved by that. However, they seem to be enraged for some unknown reason claiming they saw me driving eractic. I thought it might be the cops who didn't signal and almost hit me but I didn't tell them that. I just stated it was another car. They claimed they did not see that. Anyway they weren't too nice and were a bit demanding with about 4 guys in swat gear shining flashlights all around and being demanding. I was only going home. Eventually after a big hassle and apparently saying all the right things, they let me go. At one point there, one cop said "I smell alcohol in your car!" What a jerk, he did not. I know he was lying. I did not know that was their standard procedure but I do now. I have never had alcohol in my car and I hadn't drunk a single drink in over a week at that time.
Be careful.
Ever since then, I get really paranoid about tailgaters. Other than common 'road rage', my biggest fear is being tailgated.
BG - Glad to see you aren't hurt seriously and hope you get over the neck problems. Don't hesitate to get it checked on.
I kind of forgive the dude. I know how annoying life can get. I "get" why he was so pissed off (although of course I disagree with his choice, I can still say I understand how he mistakenly chose it). I'm very proud that I was able to say, "What a MAN! He hit me from behind! TWICE! And drove away before I could even TURN AROUND!" :)
Anyway, now I am free to go get hit in the head again! Think I'll go celebrate. Hmm ... wonder what kind of establishment I should patronize ... hmm ... :)
It's all pretty straightforward. He didn't have to sneak up on me, because I wasn't looking for anyone to be sneaking.
If I remember correctly. :P