Ok, i'm going to share a recent traumatic (no, learning is a better word!) experience with y'all,
I was driving back from Salmiya, I was on the road parallel to the 4th, heading toward the Fahaheel Express(the one with Apollo Hospital on it, and all the flower shops). Anyhoo, as I took a right at the traffic light (near Amman St.) to go towards the 4th, I was abruptly and rudely cut off by a speeding behemoth of a Yukon, speeding on the right.
Now, I am not an agressive drive, I'm a reactive one. Lo and behold, the opportunity presented itself for me to get some retribution, so I cut off the Jolly Red Giant and over-took him. This is all happening @ the traffic Light near the Firestation. I checked my mirror and saw this dude was driving recklessly and gaining, mind you, the light was still red, after several crazy negotiations, and me remaining rooted in my position, he was again infront of me. His crazy dance was encored with a single flash of his Waiting Lights. a not-so-subtle insult.
He was now directly infront of me, and the light turned green. Unfortunately for him, the guy on his left wanted to continue going straight, a wrong move on his part, as the Yukon came THIS close to slamming into him, as they were tussling before me, I seized the opportunity and, believing the Yukon would also continue going forward, slammed my foot down on the accelerator to take the turn onto the 4th with a nice tire squeal. Little did I know that, beyond my vision, Jolly Red had also turned a sudden left, and found me right there. An unintended mistake, as I thought I was done with him, but it caused him to nearly slam into me. Unintentionally. He roared and followed.
I didnt take notice, as I previously said, I wasnt doing it out of malice. So, I decided, heck, I need some fuel, and pulled into the petrol station off the 4th. Cowardice? HARDLY! But, a smart move none-the-less, read on to find out why..
My friend who was with me in the car warned me that the Yukon was parked outside the petrol station, apparently waiting for me (in a Red Corolla, I was kind of hard to miss). At that point, my throat went dry, and I thought he was pulling my leg. Whilst paying the dude @ the pump, guess who should run up next to me? And me, parked all the way on the far end of the petrol station, instead of down the middle?
Now, I have been in 2 similar situations before (as a passenger! I am not reckless! HONEST!) so I kinda have some experience with it. Go with the flow. The first thing I notice is hes q80 (typical, big car), and the first thing he asks me is "so you think your a hotshot?", to which I replied, not really.
He then went on and on about many things. The jist of it being: I was going to ram into you, but you are lucky my engine has problems, its not my car its a friends, I can hit you and nothing will happen to me, I hit guys on motorcycles before, I will not pay anything to get this fixed,, etc. etc.
"I will let you off the hook this time, you seem genuine", he proclaims. In a gesture of goodwill I reach over to shake his hand, and guess what? On his right hand, a dazzling set of Brass Knuckles..
Road Rage? This.. Is.. Q8!!