I was driving home from Superman's place last night. I'm traveling down the freeway, minding my own business, and out of nowhere a car runs me off the road. I'm in the right-hand lane when this small silver car runs into my lane without so much as a by-your-leave. I slammed on my brakes and blasted my horn but ended up on the shoulder of the road.
Now what you should understand is that there was no reason for him to do this. He didn't have anyone in front of him nor did I have anyone in front of me. There were some other cars behind and to the left of him. I really have no good reason as to why he almost took off my front left quarter panel. If I hadn't jammed on my brakes and turned quickly, he would have definitely hit me.
So I was sitting there on the shoulder of the freeway, cursing the day that driver was ever born, as he took off and blended with traffic ahead. As I drove off, I was amazingly unshaken. I thought I'd be shaking or agitated... nothing. I was remarkably calm. No police anywhere that witnessed this.
Anyhow, I continue on home -- unscathed. I turn into my neighborhood and as I do, I notice lights of a police car behind me. "Maybe they did see the almost accident", I say to myself. There's no one else around, so they must be pulling me over.
I edge around the corner and pull over about 3 houses from my own. I roll down my window as the officer walks up. "Not a big problem", he says "but your front light has burned out". I look in my rear-view mirror to see that another officer has joined him.
"Oh, gosh", I say. He walks up to the front of the car and looks at me as if to say 'get out here and look at this'. So I unbuckle and take a look at the driver's side headlight which has, indeed, burned out.
"Would you look at that?", I tell him as I slap the front light. "Must have happened tonight", I tell him. "Do you live around here", he asks. I point to the house on the corner and say "Yes, not that house on the corner but the one right next to it".
"That's okay", he says "just take care of it as soon as you can". So I walk back and go to get back in my car when he says "Oh, by the way... can I see some ID?"
I rifle through my wallet and produce my driver's license. He thanked me for being so cooperative and I tell him to have a good night. I got back in my car and drove about 40 yards to my house.
The truth of the matter is that I've known it was out for about a month. I bought the bulb for it a couple of days after that. I just hadn't found the time or the gumption to install the new light. I found that energy today and put the lightbulb in and it works great.
Why can't the police be where we want them when we want them there? I would love to have seen that joker on the freeway get his come-uppance as a state trooper pulled him over for that jacked-up move he put on me.
If that guy was a drunk driver (my suspicion), I hope he wrapped that car around a tree later that night. I don't usually wish Ill will on anyone but dumbasses like that deserve no sympathy. If you're not lucid enough to drive -- don't! Didn't mean to get preachy but that accident could have changed my life in so many ways... you never think about it. Which is about all I can for drunk drivers -- they never think about anybody but themselves.
If the driver of that car is out there and he's reading this: I've got a middle finger with your name on it.
Now what you should understand is that there was no reason for him to do this. He didn't have anyone in front of him nor did I have anyone in front of me. There were some other cars behind and to the left of him. I really have no good reason as to why he almost took off my front left quarter panel. If I hadn't jammed on my brakes and turned quickly, he would have definitely hit me.
So I was sitting there on the shoulder of the freeway, cursing the day that driver was ever born, as he took off and blended with traffic ahead. As I drove off, I was amazingly unshaken. I thought I'd be shaking or agitated... nothing. I was remarkably calm. No police anywhere that witnessed this.
Anyhow, I continue on home -- unscathed. I turn into my neighborhood and as I do, I notice lights of a police car behind me. "Maybe they did see the almost accident", I say to myself. There's no one else around, so they must be pulling me over.
I edge around the corner and pull over about 3 houses from my own. I roll down my window as the officer walks up. "Not a big problem", he says "but your front light has burned out". I look in my rear-view mirror to see that another officer has joined him.
"Oh, gosh", I say. He walks up to the front of the car and looks at me as if to say 'get out here and look at this'. So I unbuckle and take a look at the driver's side headlight which has, indeed, burned out.
"Would you look at that?", I tell him as I slap the front light. "Must have happened tonight", I tell him. "Do you live around here", he asks. I point to the house on the corner and say "Yes, not that house on the corner but the one right next to it".
"That's okay", he says "just take care of it as soon as you can". So I walk back and go to get back in my car when he says "Oh, by the way... can I see some ID?"
I rifle through my wallet and produce my driver's license. He thanked me for being so cooperative and I tell him to have a good night. I got back in my car and drove about 40 yards to my house.
The truth of the matter is that I've known it was out for about a month. I bought the bulb for it a couple of days after that. I just hadn't found the time or the gumption to install the new light. I found that energy today and put the lightbulb in and it works great.
Why can't the police be where we want them when we want them there? I would love to have seen that joker on the freeway get his come-uppance as a state trooper pulled him over for that jacked-up move he put on me.
If that guy was a drunk driver (my suspicion), I hope he wrapped that car around a tree later that night. I don't usually wish Ill will on anyone but dumbasses like that deserve no sympathy. If you're not lucid enough to drive -- don't! Didn't mean to get preachy but that accident could have changed my life in so many ways... you never think about it. Which is about all I can for drunk drivers -- they never think about anybody but themselves.
If the driver of that car is out there and he's reading this: I've got a middle finger with your name on it.