Anyone Here Admit To Road Rage? Have Any Stories?

The things I say in traffic are really rather graphic, but that's the extent of my road rage.

This kid cut me off so I followed him until he parked at an Applebees. He went in and left his car unlocked. I took a hammer from my truck, opened the car door, and put a nice dent at the bottom of the door frame. He will never be able to explain to his pops how that happened!

I don’t rage but I’m passive aggressive to tailgaters. If you crawl up my arse, be prepared to crawl.

ill get vocal in my car to myself or whoevers with me but thats it on my end.

had a clown follow me once trying to fight because he thought he had the right away after making a right turn, despite the fact there was a fat arse yield sign in his lane. that was fun.

I gave an Asian lady the finger last week. She cut me off then hesitated at the light so I caught the red.

brake checked one of yalls ugly wives on dalrymple i thought she was gonna have an aneurysm

Only once. It is why I don't carry a grenade launcher anymore.

My wife thinks I have road rage because I cuss people out left and right for driving like morons.

BUT

I do it with the windows rolled up and it’s cathartic for me. I don’t pull up at stop lights and yell at people, it’s just me yelling inside my truck. I have seen some real road rage, and what I have is not road rage.

I was backing out of parking lot in Baton Rouge. I looked both ways and saw no one was coming.

As I backed up, with an awareness of any possible approaching vehicles, I saw another car quickly approach as if the driver was just going to drive through my vehicle. The other driver hit the horn and I could hear some high pitched yelling.

I wanted a confrontation because it felt like a duty. But I didn’t want to inconvenience anyone else, so I pulled forward into the parking space, and observed the other car was staying stationary in the center of the lane. Fine, I did my part to earn some crowd support. I put the transmission in park, flung open the door, took a few angry steps toward the other car and saw the other driver fling open their door too.

I was ready. It was like the 2 of us had just teleported to Sonic and only the winner was going to be dining in their car. The other would face the drive of shame.

Then I saw these long arse pink and green fingernails, and a bunch of braided blond hair weaves sitting on top a cobra-headed Shanequa and she was not happy.

My rage brain quickly and accurately assessed the gender and racial disadvantage of being in a no-win situation.

I got back in my vehicle (locked the door), and once again backed out. I could hear my new lady friend cussing my arse, taunting me, disparaging my skin color as well as my ancestry, inferred my gender preferences, while graciously inviting me to come back for more.

I’m only 2 generations removed from a single-wide, so just know how hard it was to swallow my pride.

It was the first and only physical confrontation I ever backed away from. Scarred me enough to increase my environmental awareness and risk assessment before reacting.