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EVC-657...
Sep. 10th, 2006 12:57 am...That's the license plate of the red truck that almost ran me off the road between Airdrie and Balzac.
I was on my way back from Harvest Feast when this jackass pulled up beside me, then moved into my lane. I don't mean he cut me off - he'd have to be at least a little ahead of me to do that. Nope, he was right beside me and swerved into my lane.
Luckily I was in the middle lane of a three lane freeway so I had plenty of room to move over, which I did, very quickly.
This was around midnight, so it's not like there was a lot of traffic on the road (aside from the two of us, there was no one ahead or behind us for at least a kilometre both ways).
There are two possibilities:
1) He was somehow offended by my use of the middle lane while he tried to pass me. Why, I don't know. He had the whole left lane to pass me, as numerous people did on my trip back (I was doing 3k over the limit). Maybe he thought I should be in the rightmost lane because I was going "slow". It's not like he was a speed demon either, he was only doing about 6K over the limit, so it was a creeping pass.
2) He was loaded.
Frankly, neither possibility bodes well for him.
After I came down off my rush of adrenaline, I sped up to read his license plate. I didn't get as close as I'd have liked because, frankly, who wants to tailgate an ass-hat who's stupid or drunk. So I might have missed a character or two on that license plate.
He turned off on Country Hills Boulevard, which is my normal route home when coming from north of the city. Instead of inadvertently following him, I opted to just keep going to McKnight Trail. Now I'm safely at home, bitching on LiveJournal. Not as satisfying an ending as I'd like, but then I can't telekinetically rend his truck in two with the force of my mind, so I'll have to settle for this.
I was on my way back from Harvest Feast when this jackass pulled up beside me, then moved into my lane. I don't mean he cut me off - he'd have to be at least a little ahead of me to do that. Nope, he was right beside me and swerved into my lane.
Luckily I was in the middle lane of a three lane freeway so I had plenty of room to move over, which I did, very quickly.
This was around midnight, so it's not like there was a lot of traffic on the road (aside from the two of us, there was no one ahead or behind us for at least a kilometre both ways).
There are two possibilities:
1) He was somehow offended by my use of the middle lane while he tried to pass me. Why, I don't know. He had the whole left lane to pass me, as numerous people did on my trip back (I was doing 3k over the limit). Maybe he thought I should be in the rightmost lane because I was going "slow". It's not like he was a speed demon either, he was only doing about 6K over the limit, so it was a creeping pass.
2) He was loaded.
Frankly, neither possibility bodes well for him.
After I came down off my rush of adrenaline, I sped up to read his license plate. I didn't get as close as I'd have liked because, frankly, who wants to tailgate an ass-hat who's stupid or drunk. So I might have missed a character or two on that license plate.
He turned off on Country Hills Boulevard, which is my normal route home when coming from north of the city. Instead of inadvertently following him, I opted to just keep going to McKnight Trail. Now I'm safely at home, bitching on LiveJournal. Not as satisfying an ending as I'd like, but then I can't telekinetically rend his truck in two with the force of my mind, so I'll have to settle for this.
