This will pretty much be a vent thread. I'm pretty good at those.
Mine was last weekend around a busy mall, so there are a lot of stop lights and stop signs meaning you can't get any decent speed before you have to stop again. He was driving a fairly recent Audi (pretty sure A3 or higher) sedan while I was in my 12-year-old Ford sedan, so he had lots of acceleration while I didn't.
That being said, he must have been in love with my ass because he would not dare drive any further than 4 feet from it at 40 km/h. Even though there were two lanes he could have used. I use "driving" in a light sense because he was far more concerned with his hair, fixing it in the driver's side mirror. At one point he got out of his car at a light, opened the driver's side back door and smacked his friend sitting there before getting back in and laughing. The light he did this at had a timer that would permit the left-turning lane to proceed before allowing opposite traffic to proceed. Just from that, you can tell how busy this intersection was meaning you really have to pay attention or screw everyone behind you over. When he pulled away from that light, I was already far ahead of him turning left on a very large avenue (8 lanes across). He then floored it, pulled beside me and gave me a glare as if I was in the wrong. Maybe he (correctly) sensed that I was glad to be getting away from him.
I have no idea why he thought he had the right to be angry at me. I hope he wraps himself around a tree, like he probably will anyways.
Mine was last weekend around a busy mall, so there are a lot of stop lights and stop signs meaning you can't get any decent speed before you have to stop again. He was driving a fairly recent Audi (pretty sure A3 or higher) sedan while I was in my 12-year-old Ford sedan, so he had lots of acceleration while I didn't.
That being said, he must have been in love with my ass because he would not dare drive any further than 4 feet from it at 40 km/h. Even though there were two lanes he could have used. I use "driving" in a light sense because he was far more concerned with his hair, fixing it in the driver's side mirror. At one point he got out of his car at a light, opened the driver's side back door and smacked his friend sitting there before getting back in and laughing. The light he did this at had a timer that would permit the left-turning lane to proceed before allowing opposite traffic to proceed. Just from that, you can tell how busy this intersection was meaning you really have to pay attention or screw everyone behind you over. When he pulled away from that light, I was already far ahead of him turning left on a very large avenue (8 lanes across). He then floored it, pulled beside me and gave me a glare as if I was in the wrong. Maybe he (correctly) sensed that I was glad to be getting away from him.
I have no idea why he thought he had the right to be angry at me. I hope he wraps himself around a tree, like he probably will anyways.