Miata Road Rage Episode = Happy Ending!
So yesterday evening around 8:00, the :queen: and I were returning home from a grocery store run for some baby back ribs and Bluebell "Candy Jar" ice cream when I found myself behind a slow moving SUV in the right hand lane. I needed to be in that lane because I would be turning right about 100 yards down the road, but this guy was plodding along, at least until I started to pass him on the left at which point he suddenly found his accelerator and proceeded to race me to the stop sign.
I guess his feelings were a bit hurt when I arrived at the stop sign before him, because he pulled right up on my rear end and started to honk his horn and flash his high beams. I turned right, he turned right, and this went on for another mile to the next stop sign. At this point he is on the horn nonstop, which was a bit annoying since the top was down, so I turned around and much to my surprise, he's giving me the finger from the windshield of his SUV! (SUVs, why do they hate us so?)
I smiled back and laughed as I tried to communicate through universal sign language that since my :queen: was seated right next to me I would be unable to accomodate his amorous proposition and perhaps he should go ::Whatev:: solo this time instead.
Apparently my sign language skills leave a lot to be desired because instead of calming him down, this seemed to agitate him even more, following me right, then left, with flashing headlights and horn blaring while inches from my rear bumper. Another mile and half of this and my :queen: is becoming nervous when a ::Bust1:: car tops the hill in front of us. I flashed my headlights and motioned towards the moron behind me who was apparently oblivious to the white car with the light rack on top, until the last moment when he realized he'd been punked, cut off his lights and turned onto a residential street. That must have looked a little suspicious because the cop hit his lights and followed him around the corner.
I did a ewee and started to go back when the :queen: reminded me that since I had been driving the speed limit of 30mph this entire time, my Bluebell was melting and did I really want to spend another 45 minutes providing ID and insurance and ::Blah::::Blah::::Blah:: It actually made sense, so I headed home instead.
Still, it would have been fun to go back and see a vehicle search or roadside sobriety test in progress.:D