As my hands clutched the wheel, I kept my foot pressed all the way down on the gas. Looking in my rearview mirror, I saw the SUV right behind me, and I heard its engine screaming as its driver kept a lead foot on the gas. If I braked, she would kill me, and if I tried to swerve out of her way again, she would kill me.
Driving from Middle Country Road to Veterans Highway in Smithtown, NY, I had come to a full stop, surveying the traffic passing by me. I started to inch out, making sure that I was not in the path of any vehicles. I was about to go when I heard a blast from behind my beat-up, red BMW, and that’s when I first saw her.
Before I could react, the SUV zoomed ahead of me, and I then followed. I kept my distance until I saw the roads ahead splitting off, one leading to Route 454 and the other leading to Northern Parkway, which I wanted. I slowed down to get into the northern lane, but she slowed down to block me. I slowed down again as did she, and she left me with only one other choice.
Barely making it ahead of the raging SUV, I slammed my foot on the gas. Once on Northern Parkway, I planned on jumping back into the other lane and trying to escape the lunatic behind me, but, for now, I was just trying to survive. With no sight of police nesting on the sides of the road, we raced on, bumper to bumper to the Northern Parkway.
Suddenly, the SUV flew into the other lane and then cut ahead of me. She braked immediately as did I. A moment later, the SUV went no more than ten miles of speed, braking on and off, and now cars were passing in the other lane. I was trapped behind her, and I knew that she wanted the accident. She wanted to paint the road red.
What seemed like eternity, I heard a high pitch scream bellow out of the driver-side window, and then she took off like a bat out of hell. The car became a blur a moment later. Then, nothing followed. The Road Rage Driver was gone, and I could finally breathe a deep sigh of relief for surviving to tell this story.
Living on Long Island, NY off and on, I have come across the Road Rage Drivers, but she was the queen. She was the closest in taking my life, and for what reason? Why would someone take out so much rage on a complete stranger, and if she had succeeded in taking my life, would she have cried crocodile tears and said that she was sorry?
Leaving Long Island behind, I thought to have left the Road Rage Drivers behind me, but I now tango with them on and off as I commuted to the Woodbury Commons Premium Outlet. The drivers rode up my bumper and slammed their horns, angered that I would go the speed limit. They flashed their brights despite the sun pouring down over our cars. The next thing that I knew was the car driving alongside me in the opposite lane until they could cut me off, and I hoped that no cars would approach from the other direction to cause a car crash on this once quiet, country road. The driver would do all this just to go shopping and waste money for material wealth.
Once, I slammed on my gas pedal and cruised along a driver, who took the same action as the last. Our cars danced side by side, and then I saw the other car coming in the other lane. Leaving the driver next to me with no other choice, he swerved behind me, nearly avoiding the other car. Again, the driver had done all this to just go and shop at a mall that I worked at.
Every time I tango with the Road Rage Drivers, I hardly panicked. If a moment was lost to panic, then that moment might cost you your life. Every moment must count when these drivers decide to put your lives in jeopardy to benefit their own selfish desires, and every moment has to be needed to survive their foolish game. You can’t panic when you tango with them, or a car accident would be the end result.
Road Rage is a sickness, but it is also an excuse for those with rage to use as a license to kill. Their words echo with anger, frustration, sadness, regret, but the bottom line is that they should not be allowed on the roads. If these drivers cannot control the beast within them, then their licenses need to be revoked, their cars need to be held, and we need to be safe from their claws. However, how could we tell who is likely to come and throw us aside like dolls while they raced on to shop or go home? We can’t because we are all subject to rage.
So, the only advice that I could give is to not panic. If you find yourself racing for your life as an SUV bears down on you, don’t panic. Keep focused. Remain awake. Look for police nesting on the sides of road, hope somebody witnesses your situation, and hope, hope to escape the bloodthirsty scream of the Road Rage Driver. All you can do is survive and then tell your story, warning others and future drivers of the monsters that we call the Road Rage Drivers.