A True One!
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Needs must when a certain old gentleman drives.
A crazed asshole tailgated me for half of our hour-long drive to the riding stable one day. It kept swerving around in its lane right behind me, and I never understood what its initial problem was. It wasn’t like I’m a slowpoke or nuthin’ - quite the opposite! I hadn’t cut him off…I just didn’t get it, which made it even more scary. Mom wasn’t enjoying it much, either.
The bit where it happened is a rural, gravel-shoulder’d on either side, two-lane, curvy, hilly affair with whom I am very familiar. There are plenty of places to legally and sanely pass, but he didn’t try, and if he had I’d’ve floored it. We didn’t want to know what he’d do had he got next to us or passed us!
Dunno how I did it, but I stayed calm while driving at a demonic pace to avoid the creep (it was a man, of course), like some badass stunt driver. There are many farms along this beautiful road, and one of them has a seasonal store next to their broad gravel driveway. Another vehicle hove in sight by the farm store, waiting for a lot of oncoming traffic before making a left. Something just clicked in my head, and trusting my skill, I did exactly what was needed. I floored it, plunged onto the gravel to my right, handily passed the sitting car - travelling arrow-straight across the driveway apron! - then hopped back onto the pavement, leaving fuckface fuming and mom amazed. He hadn’t left himself enough room, so he couldn’t escape - he was stuck behind the guy making the turn. I let up on the gas a little once I’d put a mile between us, but sure enough, our friend found us.
I went faster and faster, and made the turn into the stables’ gravel driveway so sharp and so late he couldn’t follow. I quickly parked where the car would be invisible, beside a much larger vehicle. Mom was once again amazed.
He drove back and forth a few times, looking for us. Fortunately, the vehicle next to us was big enough that the asshole couldn’t see our car from either direction.
We were almost half an hour early, which was good. It meant there were 20 mins for me to breathe, tell the tale, and quit shaking before our lesson.
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Sorry to hear that. What a scary creep!
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