Thought I'd share my moment of road rage with you.
Left the house yesterday morning at 9.30am ( live in a quiet residential cul-de-sac about quarter mile long) Halfway down my road, coming towards me, at very high speed, an old golf litterally on two wheels going passed parked cars on both sides of the road like entering a shickane. I needed to do an emergency stop to avoid being hit - he missed me, then handbrake turned into another cul-de-sac, mounting the pavement and missing an Audi in a driveway by inches.
So now I'm reversing thinking "time for a little chat." 30 seconds later, I get to his now parked car, get out, go over to his car to be confronted by "what the f**k do you want." Hackles now raised, I lent in to his car, took keys from ignition, turned round and through them a good 100 metres into an overgrown wooded area. My words were "if your going to drive like a t**t, I'll treat you like one so you can spend the rest of the day key hunting" turned around got back in my car and drove off to a torrent of abuse.
This to me is just another typical example of some 17 year old (sorry - I know I can't tar all with same brush) boy racer who has no regard for the consequences of his actions. It was half term week, kids around and a wet road. Even If I had reported him, police wouldn't/couldn't have done anything. I know I also behaved wrongly, but spur of the moment aggression took over. It was very tempting to grab him warmly by the throat, but I'd be the one getting a visit from the local constabulary. I have no idea what the answer is. Rant over. AGHHHH!!!!!!!!