Road Rage… Why?
Just yesterday I watched a man metaphorically explode behind the wheel of his car… and his anger (I guess we call it road rage now) was directed at me.
I WONDER IF in the old days horse and buggy drivers, or cowboys ever yelled and waved their arms about at the drivers of other buggies or other riders, because they couldn’t make the turn they wanted or… whatever. Certainly when I was growing up, road rage wasn’t really a thing.
Sure, there were people who were d$%ks behind the wheel of their car, but just because you paused a little longer on a round-about, or stopped on an orange light, no-one hoped out of a car behind you brandishing a tyre iron. Or maybe they did?
These days, however, it seems that road rage has become a pandemic, like as if its acceptable to yell and scream like a moron just because you can’t get to where you want to get, right here and right now. It’s the sort of show a child puts on when they don’t get a toy they want and, as an adult, what are you expected to do? Ignore or distract the behaviour.
We don’t tolerate bad behaviour in children in the middle of the supermarket, so why should we tolerate it on the road, where there’s a good chance that apopleptic driver could cause a collision. I mean, if you had a dinner guest over who was lined up at the buffet, it wouldn’t be the done thing to up-end a bowl of soup on someone just because they’re lingering over the baked potatoes. Would it? Or maybe it would?
So, what had I done to cause just anger in the driver of the car behind me yesterday? I was parked at a round-about watching all of the non-indicating and trying to use mind powers to determine which way the cars I was tracking were going to go… it didn’t work. Now, excuse me, but if I’ve got no idea what the driver of two tonnes of wheels and steel is about to do, then I think it’s my right to be more than a little cautious. That wasn’t good enough for the bloke behind me… he wanted me to engage in a Russian roulette style of, drive out into the round-about and take my chances… and also a chance with the lives of my children who were singing along to their new favourite song in the back seat… and that song? It’s called Your Welcome and it’s from the soundtrack to the film, Moana. I haven’t seen the film but the kids have and they love it, but I digress, or do I?
I was tracking a car on the round-about that I knew, thanks to my mind-powers, was going to drive right around the round-about only he didn’t have his indicator on. Instead of doing what old mate in the car behind me wanted… I’ve never been one for peer pressure (if I had been, I would never have worn a Pork Pie hat when I was 16)… rather, old mate would have had me spear out and be T-boned. And where did the bloke behind me want to go? Left… only he didn’t have his indicator on.
Anyway, the crisis was over… I went straight-on at the round-about and the bloke behind me, waving his hand out the window turned to the left… not indicating and… tail-ended a car. It was divine justice… if you believe in such a thing.
And a week ago, on the freeway, I pulled back to let someone move into my lane. Now, there was no need for them to move into my lane, but they wanted to be in it, so I pulled back. Did I get a wave? Nope. Nothing. And that’s probably because the driver was busy dictating a voice message, or using Siri to update his Facebook or Twitter…
More and more cars are being developed with ‘smart technologies’ to keep us connected, even when we really shouldn’t be.
So, my question is this, is our modern life and a need to be somewhere right now, causing us to become arrogant on the road, and put others in danger?