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?


Hello Book Guy,
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.