Frankensuby
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I'm in Ur F0rumZ
Yesterday I became the victim of Physical road rage. I am now a statistic. It's really surreal, I almost don't believe that it occurred, I'm still here wondering if it was real, partially because I only have a small bruise on my face that I cannot feel unless I am looking for it.
The situation in all honestly went like this: I was on my way to a job I already hate. I was following some people in the passing lane who, as per usual, did not know how to pass. They finally get over and I go to pass. Unfortunately by then it was a short run that I though I could make. My car is no speed demon and I end up needing to go into the opposing lane as to not cut off the lead slow vehicle. I pass without any other issue, but the lead person(In a mini-van) feels the need to speed up and ride my tail, with his high beams on. He follows me like this for 2 miles, attempting to blind me and blinding everyone else in the meanwhile. I brake checked him fairly hard, dropping from 60 to 45 mph (cars in front were going 45 anyways) and he is forced to stop fairly hard because he is merely 3 - 5 feet away from me. I was hoping this would make him realize that he was following to close and he would back off, as what cars usually do when I do this, but he continues his antics. By this time I figured some form of cursing out the window or something being thrown at me was going to come when we got into an area that would permit.
Well, unfortunately we came to a stop light, and I was boxed in on all sides. Immediately the REAR door on the van comes open and a guy roughly 35 yrs. old jumps out of the back in a trucking outfit (local shipping/recieving dock company) and he runs over to the side of my car. I see this through my rearview mirror. I immediately go for the lock button, but unfortunately because I never use this button (remote locks) I hit the wrong direction, and by that time I am busy assessing the situation. I make sure that he is not carrying any form of weapon as he comes to my door. The man lands a punch on my windows and starts yelling at me, and immediately opens my door. His yells are somewhat to the tune of "what the F*** are you doing? You want to threaten my Family's life like that?!?!?" and etc. I figure this was aimed towards the fact that I brake checked THEM to have them stop putting me and others in danger (me in particular). I say THEM because the attacker was not even driving. His father was. This is what confuses me in retrospect; Why did the son come after me when he was not even driving, and it was his father's fault he was tailing me dangerously?
Anyways, the door is open, and he reaches in to pull me out. I am buckled in, so it is not possible to pull me out. I resist and block his attempts to grab my shirt, so he gets frustrated and starts throwing blows. I do not rememeber recieving any hits during the situation, but he must have landed the first one as I have a small bruise on the left side of my face next to my ear. I block all his attempts at punches and he gets frustrated, backs out of the car and yells at me to get out. I contemplate completing his wishes because by this time my adrnal glands are screaming for me to use their resources, but I decided against this action as it seemed he might be done attacking me.
He then comes back to try to tear me from the car again, and realizing he's tried that before, attempts 3 or 4 more punches. At this time, the father comes out of the van and pulls his son away from my car, and tells me to leave before his son does anything stupid. (like he hasn't already?) I tell the father that they are both F***ing idiots and that his son has f***ing issues, and they run back to their van. I immediately dial 911 and attempt to get plates as they jump the median and drive off. A van stood in my way so I could not get the plate correctly through the windows. I start going to my work to get out of the way (work was 300 yards from the incident) and talk to the police at the same time. I do all the usuals, describe the van, attempt to regurgitate the glimpse of the plate, and described my assailant.
The cops come to my work, take down notes. As we are discussing the incident, I hear over the scanner that other people have called in about the incident. After I settle down (took the whole day actually, but only 2 hours to not want to tear every visible human to shreds) the police call me to confirm that they have the attacker. He called in and told the cops where he was. The cop asks if I want to press charges and I say no for now. (My case can be open for up to 2 years if I feel like pressing charges) I then tell the cop that if the idiot wishes to speak to me, he can, but otherwise I want nothing to do with him. The attacker insists on talking to me.
He gets on the phone and immediately apologizes, and he sounded sincere at that part. I tell him that I can deal with it, it was a stupid situation, and that I am happy that it did not get more out of hand. I also tell him to watch out for his own ***, because he didn't know whether or not I could have had a weapon. The he pisses me off by saying that we both need to learn from the situation. I just say whatever and get off the phone. I realize that he meant the whole brake check thing, but still.
So now, 40 some odd hours after the whole incident, I am in a bad mood. It is getting worse too. I just keep playing the incident over in my head, imagining me getting out of the car and kicking his *** like I really wanted to, and then kicking him a few times on the ground, spitting in his face and telling him that he's an idiot for coming after me, and then leaving. Or even chasing them down after the incident and making sure they felt my hell. I imaging them stopping and me punching in the windows. I have so much anger built up from not actually fighting him, and it's snowballing and making my day horrible.
I know I did the right thing as far as the law goes, but I just don't feel satisfied inside, like there is no closure. I feel like finding someone I don't like and making their face look indistinguishable when I'm through with them. I'm finding I am of extremely short temper, and I have'nt taken it out on the girlfriend in any way, but she can tell I'm upset.
What should I do? I'm miserable, and I want vengeance, which I know is wrong, but my mind as well as body are aching to get a piece of him. I know where he works, but I'm not going down there because it is pointless to start more conflict, except for selfish wants.
Should I press charges? Is there any charges that would be minor, but enough for me to be satisified? I don't like courts, but in a society where we cannot physically settle scores, we need to do it subtly.
Was I thoroughly in the wrong? I just don't see why the situation would allow for such stupid reactions and incidents. I want him in jail to keep him away from me and everyone else. He shouldn't be on the road, but his jail time will be minimal and he could seek retribution when he gets out, putting me and loved ones in danger.
I hate people, I just f*cking hate them.//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/mad.gif.c18f003ab0ef8a0d9c27ca78d77a6392.gif
~Levi
The situation in all honestly went like this: I was on my way to a job I already hate. I was following some people in the passing lane who, as per usual, did not know how to pass. They finally get over and I go to pass. Unfortunately by then it was a short run that I though I could make. My car is no speed demon and I end up needing to go into the opposing lane as to not cut off the lead slow vehicle. I pass without any other issue, but the lead person(In a mini-van) feels the need to speed up and ride my tail, with his high beams on. He follows me like this for 2 miles, attempting to blind me and blinding everyone else in the meanwhile. I brake checked him fairly hard, dropping from 60 to 45 mph (cars in front were going 45 anyways) and he is forced to stop fairly hard because he is merely 3 - 5 feet away from me. I was hoping this would make him realize that he was following to close and he would back off, as what cars usually do when I do this, but he continues his antics. By this time I figured some form of cursing out the window or something being thrown at me was going to come when we got into an area that would permit.
Well, unfortunately we came to a stop light, and I was boxed in on all sides. Immediately the REAR door on the van comes open and a guy roughly 35 yrs. old jumps out of the back in a trucking outfit (local shipping/recieving dock company) and he runs over to the side of my car. I see this through my rearview mirror. I immediately go for the lock button, but unfortunately because I never use this button (remote locks) I hit the wrong direction, and by that time I am busy assessing the situation. I make sure that he is not carrying any form of weapon as he comes to my door. The man lands a punch on my windows and starts yelling at me, and immediately opens my door. His yells are somewhat to the tune of "what the F*** are you doing? You want to threaten my Family's life like that?!?!?" and etc. I figure this was aimed towards the fact that I brake checked THEM to have them stop putting me and others in danger (me in particular). I say THEM because the attacker was not even driving. His father was. This is what confuses me in retrospect; Why did the son come after me when he was not even driving, and it was his father's fault he was tailing me dangerously?
Anyways, the door is open, and he reaches in to pull me out. I am buckled in, so it is not possible to pull me out. I resist and block his attempts to grab my shirt, so he gets frustrated and starts throwing blows. I do not rememeber recieving any hits during the situation, but he must have landed the first one as I have a small bruise on the left side of my face next to my ear. I block all his attempts at punches and he gets frustrated, backs out of the car and yells at me to get out. I contemplate completing his wishes because by this time my adrnal glands are screaming for me to use their resources, but I decided against this action as it seemed he might be done attacking me.
He then comes back to try to tear me from the car again, and realizing he's tried that before, attempts 3 or 4 more punches. At this time, the father comes out of the van and pulls his son away from my car, and tells me to leave before his son does anything stupid. (like he hasn't already?) I tell the father that they are both F***ing idiots and that his son has f***ing issues, and they run back to their van. I immediately dial 911 and attempt to get plates as they jump the median and drive off. A van stood in my way so I could not get the plate correctly through the windows. I start going to my work to get out of the way (work was 300 yards from the incident) and talk to the police at the same time. I do all the usuals, describe the van, attempt to regurgitate the glimpse of the plate, and described my assailant.
The cops come to my work, take down notes. As we are discussing the incident, I hear over the scanner that other people have called in about the incident. After I settle down (took the whole day actually, but only 2 hours to not want to tear every visible human to shreds) the police call me to confirm that they have the attacker. He called in and told the cops where he was. The cop asks if I want to press charges and I say no for now. (My case can be open for up to 2 years if I feel like pressing charges) I then tell the cop that if the idiot wishes to speak to me, he can, but otherwise I want nothing to do with him. The attacker insists on talking to me.
He gets on the phone and immediately apologizes, and he sounded sincere at that part. I tell him that I can deal with it, it was a stupid situation, and that I am happy that it did not get more out of hand. I also tell him to watch out for his own ***, because he didn't know whether or not I could have had a weapon. The he pisses me off by saying that we both need to learn from the situation. I just say whatever and get off the phone. I realize that he meant the whole brake check thing, but still.
So now, 40 some odd hours after the whole incident, I am in a bad mood. It is getting worse too. I just keep playing the incident over in my head, imagining me getting out of the car and kicking his *** like I really wanted to, and then kicking him a few times on the ground, spitting in his face and telling him that he's an idiot for coming after me, and then leaving. Or even chasing them down after the incident and making sure they felt my hell. I imaging them stopping and me punching in the windows. I have so much anger built up from not actually fighting him, and it's snowballing and making my day horrible.
I know I did the right thing as far as the law goes, but I just don't feel satisfied inside, like there is no closure. I feel like finding someone I don't like and making their face look indistinguishable when I'm through with them. I'm finding I am of extremely short temper, and I have'nt taken it out on the girlfriend in any way, but she can tell I'm upset.
What should I do? I'm miserable, and I want vengeance, which I know is wrong, but my mind as well as body are aching to get a piece of him. I know where he works, but I'm not going down there because it is pointless to start more conflict, except for selfish wants.
Should I press charges? Is there any charges that would be minor, but enough for me to be satisified? I don't like courts, but in a society where we cannot physically settle scores, we need to do it subtly.
Was I thoroughly in the wrong? I just don't see why the situation would allow for such stupid reactions and incidents. I want him in jail to keep him away from me and everyone else. He shouldn't be on the road, but his jail time will be minimal and he could seek retribution when he gets out, putting me and loved ones in danger.
I hate people, I just f*cking hate them.//content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/mad.gif.c18f003ab0ef8a0d9c27ca78d77a6392.gif
~Levi
