To say it nicely, WHAT A JERK! I’m so angry right now after reading that. Who do people think they are? I’m sure that driver has driven too close to someone before, what makes him so special? There was no need for what he did! ARG!

On a calmer note: You made a very very smart move when you drove past where you live! God only knows what could have happened if you had stopped.

I’m glad you got home ok though in the end!

If it happens again, just drive straight to the sherriff station up on los carneros, or wherever it is, i cant quite remember. that’ll usually work best ;)

Yea, I’ve NEVER had this happen before! I’ll admit that I am one of those people that tends to drive kinda close to people sometimes, but in this case I wasn’t even that close. Plus, you’d have to take into consideration the fact that the part of the street we were on slopes downhill and so it’s a lot easier to ride close. I purposely tried to keep some sort of distance though.

I think this guy is probably trying to compensate for a lack of something else, if you know what I mean.

And yea, there was no way I was showing him where I lived. My street comes up pretty fast after the turn, so it probably just looked like I was trying to lose him. Hopefully he won’t go prowling the area for my car.

Oh and Kev, I suppose that would be a good idea—but unfortunately my house is on the other end of town and I’d have to count on him following me for like 5 miles for that to work!

Oh well, all’s well that ends well, right?

Posted by: Jennifer on January 14, 2004 @ 8:07 AM

oh, what a jerk indeed! :(

I’m so glad you are ok! *hugs*

Just do what I do. Stop the car. Usually by the time you get that far they make a break for it. I have yet to find anyone who sticks around after I make it back to their car door. Of course, at your size you should probably take a bat with you. Some people just need a learnin’. You’ll be helping them out by kicking their ass.

Drivers like that scare me. I am glad you are ok.

Um…I wouldn’t take Dre’s advice in SB, or LA Jen…too many homies have guns dont respect women, and too many fred durst wannabees don’t have any respect for women…though if you have some pepper spray and tazer, youre in business. Just make sure to wait til they roll down the window or open the door. ;)

While I agree somewhat with Kevin, especially since I knew someone that was shot in killed on the freeway, if someone was that pissed off that would have taken a shot while they were following you.

I had something like this happen to me shortly after I got my driver’s license. There was about 6” of unplowed snow on the road, and this guy behind me thought I was going too slow, so he rode my ass for half a mile and then passed. He flipped me off on his way by, and for some reason, I returned the gesture. I must have offended him, because he slammed on his brakes, stopped right in front of me, and got out of his car. I paused for a moment, and then passed him.

He caught up with me a few miles later. I watched him in the rear-view screaming at his girlfriend in the passenger seat. She looked like she was trying to talk some sense into him, and he looked like he wasn’t going to have any part of it. I watched him reach for something in the glove box, and assumed it was a gun. Bad news.

I turned onto an east-west road which had less snow on it, and was able to drive faster — 70mph down paved country roads in my mom’s Tempo, barreling through an occasional snow drift, scared out of my mind. As I came closer to town, I was able to duck into a parking lot at the bottom of a hill, and cut across to another main road, and then into another parking lot, where I lost him. I’d planned on leading him to the police station on the other side of town, but losing him worked just as well.

These days, I carry a cell phone everywhere I go. I’ve been known to fake a call to police when I see someone do something stupid. I’ve never actually completed a call, though.

Last month, I drove down to Bloomington to hang out with a friend. I was in my brand new 2004 Escape — didn’t even have a license plate on it yet. I jumped off the green light like I usually do, and I guess the kids in the pickup truck in the other lane thought I was insulting them. They caught up with me, and one of them threw something (I think it was half a hamburger) at my car, and flipped me off while hanging out the window. I chased him (75mph) just long enough to get the make, model and license plate number, and then called someone to have them write down the details. Had they done any damage, I would have filed a complaint. I almost wish I’d reported it anyway. Stupid kids.

Uhh Dre… Jen is 5 foot nothing and about as bulky as Snow White. Assuming she has no fire power in her ride (which shd doesn’t), stopping and confronting the guy on the street probably isn’t tactically smart. Going to a police station gets the job done. Calling up crazy friends to setup an ambush would be more exciting and would probably set him straight for life, but roams into legality troubles.