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Rant away Xeracia ... I'd have been cross had it been me who had been followed by some whack job out to tell you how to drive. Unless you were doing donuts and fish tailing your way down the road and aiming for all the children in sight ... you have nothing to feel bad about. Having a car play up in heavy traffic is not something I'd like to endure either but it does happen. Don't let him get to you ... had you been a big burly fella ... he'd have mumbled, perhaps given you the two finger salute, then he'd have taken off without stopping. You were an easy target for him and he was obviously in a bad mood at the time. If he had to follow you ... it meant his kids were already in the car ... I can't see how you'd have hit them by accelerating enough to keep the revs up in your engine. What a loser.

I used to drive a big V8 Ford GT that required me to keep the revs up when sitting at lights and/or intersections and being stuck in a long line of cars meant I had to rev the guts out of the car without slamming into the car in front. I've also lived in two large cities (by Aussie standards) and several large, small and tiny country towns Xeracia ... and each place I've lived in has the same type of driver who just has to have his (or her) two cents worth because they've nothing better to do with their lives. If you see him again ... give him the two finger salute from me ... and if he can't 'hear' you ... turn the 'middle finger' volume up for him!

the poor fella must have been totally humiliated!

I remember a day when Gav parked his car lengthways against a curb so he could run into a shop really quickly and he left me sitting in the car. A man came out of the same shop munching away on an icecream, saw where Gav had parked the car (plenty of room for him to get out) and gave me a withering look. He was still eating his icecream and had managed to open his car door without having to use his icecream holding hand. There was no way he could have driven off without first eating the entire thing but nope ... he decided to escalate the withering looks to a full on 'get your f***ing car out of my f***ing way'.

I was not in the mood for an asswipe like that ... so I returned his withering look, called out through the window "we'll be gone by the time you finish your food" and ignored him. Nope. Still not good enough for him. He starts waving his free arm ... still licking the darned icecream ... and gets louder. By this time, his wife was by his side and she started joining in.

I gave them both a withering look, called out "fine ... obviously you are both far more important than me ..." and I struggled my way out of the front seat, walked awkwardly around the back of the car, opened the driver's seat door ... gave them another withering look, shook my head ... and struggled my way back into the front seat.

"Oh it's okay ... you don't have to move the car just yet ..." calls out the now highly embarrassed man. His wife made the fastest entry into her car that I've ever seen.

"It's perfectly fine mate ... you're more important than me ... I get it ..." and I moved the car.

Their embarrassment was due to fact I was heavily pregnant with our second son! Soon as they saw my belly ... they both must have wanted the biggest hole in the world to open up and I'm so glad they couldn't find one! It was far more entertaining watching their faces change colour!

City or country ... there's always going to be asswipes!