The planet is an interesting place. It seems to be endless mixture of different cultures and personalities.
On one hand, this is a good thing. For example, it is the reason why SG is such a vibrant and inspirational community.
On the other hand, (unfortunately) it is the reason I can no longer leave my house without fear of being set upon by psychotic drunks in a van!!
Life, as much as I love it, expects you to have to deal with some weird shit!
Last night I was chased home from work by lunatics out for blood.
Hooray.
I worked late last night. Didn't get out until just before 1am. Usually when I work this late I end up giving the guy I work with a lift home. He lives about half an hour out of my way but this is really no problem for me.
So far, so good.
On the way to his house we pull up at a roundabout. Parked in the next exit is a white van, hazard lights flashing, not moving.
We pull out and drive on past leaving it well behind us. The roads are quiet and we're making pretty good time.
However, soon enough the van that we had left behind has caught up with us and is following me closely. Really closely.
Whoever's driving has their full beams on and is inches from my rear bumper.
"Fucking idiot" I think, and flip my mirror to stop the glare of his lights. He kills his beams.
"Thank fuck"
I put my own beams on to light the way.
He switches his back on.
I turn mine off
He does the same
Every time I switch my lights on or off from the full beam he mirrors my actions.
By now my passenger and I realise that this dude is fucking with us.
His next move is to drop back from us then accelerate back again sounding his horn and flashing his lights.
"do we pull over"
Instinct tells us that to pull over runs the risk of them stopping too, and to be honest I didn't want to stick around and find out what their intentions were.
Keeping a cool head, I carried on as if nothing was happening (just like mother said, "if you ignore them they will go away" Haha)
At last, another car in front. I'm hoping at this point that the idiot behind will stop dicking around.
No.
Instead he decides to pull out and overtake both cars. His first attempt is thwarted by oncoming traffic.
More flashing lights and horn blaring.
Then he goes for it.
Fool. These roads are dark and narrow. They snake around and offer no view of the oncoming traffic.
He makes it past my car then moves to take on the car in front. His passenger leans out the window shouting. As they pass the second car they switch on the hazard lights again and after a short while, they pull over.
We pass. Unsure of their next move.
"Shit"
They pull out and the whole game starts again!
This time around, as if to raise the intensity level up just a tiny bit, the vans passenger winds down his window and begins to swing a golf club around.
"Okay. What now?"
I have a vision in my mind of a van full of crazy pirate junkies out for a night of rape and robbery fuelled by PCP, sponsered by Adidas.
They pass us again. The golfing equipment is windmilling hard.
Up ahead is another roundabout. The van tears off towards it. We need to get there and make a left turn.
Together we fix our attention to the indicators on the van.
"turn right.......turn right.........turn right......turn right you fuck"
They do.
They keep turning. Looks like they're spinning around to come back up behind us.
"Oh Hell"
At this point I am anticipating a night of high speed chase across town. Drive or Die. My fuel gauge is not telling me want I need to hear.
However,. seemingly bored with the pursuit, they pull over and let us continue without further harrassment.
I drop my friend at his house, turn around and make the lonely drive back to mine. I keep one eye on the rear view mirror all the way.
In my head I play out different scenearios listing the ways that I would deal with the crazies if they caught up with me.
In my imagination I am Bruce Lee. There are twenty-five of them and I easily kick ass using all of my best Matrix moves. The final thug makes a run for it but is no match for my light-saber skills. Sucker!
Haha.
I need more sleep.
Or more coffee.
I guess the scary thing for me is that these unpredictable types are out there everywhere. Bored and quite prepared to fuck around with people just for kicks. I honestly think If we'd stopped the car we would've been serving ourselves up for a beating.
It's a mad, mad world
Stay safe.
'Til next time....
On one hand, this is a good thing. For example, it is the reason why SG is such a vibrant and inspirational community.
On the other hand, (unfortunately) it is the reason I can no longer leave my house without fear of being set upon by psychotic drunks in a van!!
Life, as much as I love it, expects you to have to deal with some weird shit!
Last night I was chased home from work by lunatics out for blood.
Hooray.
I worked late last night. Didn't get out until just before 1am. Usually when I work this late I end up giving the guy I work with a lift home. He lives about half an hour out of my way but this is really no problem for me.
So far, so good.
On the way to his house we pull up at a roundabout. Parked in the next exit is a white van, hazard lights flashing, not moving.
We pull out and drive on past leaving it well behind us. The roads are quiet and we're making pretty good time.
However, soon enough the van that we had left behind has caught up with us and is following me closely. Really closely.
Whoever's driving has their full beams on and is inches from my rear bumper.
"Fucking idiot" I think, and flip my mirror to stop the glare of his lights. He kills his beams.
"Thank fuck"
I put my own beams on to light the way.
He switches his back on.
I turn mine off
He does the same
Every time I switch my lights on or off from the full beam he mirrors my actions.
By now my passenger and I realise that this dude is fucking with us.
His next move is to drop back from us then accelerate back again sounding his horn and flashing his lights.
"do we pull over"
Instinct tells us that to pull over runs the risk of them stopping too, and to be honest I didn't want to stick around and find out what their intentions were.
Keeping a cool head, I carried on as if nothing was happening (just like mother said, "if you ignore them they will go away" Haha)
At last, another car in front. I'm hoping at this point that the idiot behind will stop dicking around.
No.
Instead he decides to pull out and overtake both cars. His first attempt is thwarted by oncoming traffic.
More flashing lights and horn blaring.
Then he goes for it.
Fool. These roads are dark and narrow. They snake around and offer no view of the oncoming traffic.
He makes it past my car then moves to take on the car in front. His passenger leans out the window shouting. As they pass the second car they switch on the hazard lights again and after a short while, they pull over.
We pass. Unsure of their next move.
"Shit"
They pull out and the whole game starts again!
This time around, as if to raise the intensity level up just a tiny bit, the vans passenger winds down his window and begins to swing a golf club around.
"Okay. What now?"
I have a vision in my mind of a van full of crazy pirate junkies out for a night of rape and robbery fuelled by PCP, sponsered by Adidas.
They pass us again. The golfing equipment is windmilling hard.
Up ahead is another roundabout. The van tears off towards it. We need to get there and make a left turn.
Together we fix our attention to the indicators on the van.
"turn right.......turn right.........turn right......turn right you fuck"
They do.
They keep turning. Looks like they're spinning around to come back up behind us.
"Oh Hell"
At this point I am anticipating a night of high speed chase across town. Drive or Die. My fuel gauge is not telling me want I need to hear.
However,. seemingly bored with the pursuit, they pull over and let us continue without further harrassment.
I drop my friend at his house, turn around and make the lonely drive back to mine. I keep one eye on the rear view mirror all the way.
In my head I play out different scenearios listing the ways that I would deal with the crazies if they caught up with me.
In my imagination I am Bruce Lee. There are twenty-five of them and I easily kick ass using all of my best Matrix moves. The final thug makes a run for it but is no match for my light-saber skills. Sucker!
Haha.
I need more sleep.
Or more coffee.
I guess the scary thing for me is that these unpredictable types are out there everywhere. Bored and quite prepared to fuck around with people just for kicks. I honestly think If we'd stopped the car we would've been serving ourselves up for a beating.
It's a mad, mad world
Stay safe.
'Til next time....
Perhaps they thought you were someone else, like the guy they borrowed a golf club off and they wanted to return it