55 Shocking Road Rage Encounters That Prove Some People Should Definitely Not Have A License

I can admit I’m reall petty when it comes to certain situations on the road. For example when I’m going 80 in the fast lane (witch is technically illegal in California) and the person gets on my tail wanting me to go faster. So I slow down to 65…. But anyways this day I wasn’t having the best day. I was in the car with my friend and I was in the left turn lane to turn into a street. I proceed to turn as I didn’t see no cars coming. All of a sudden a car is coming down the street going maybe 55–60 mph down a 40 mph street. The car was going so fast it had caught up to me when I was turning and had to brake. And guess what? This car had the nerve to honk at me. So I got triggered and as soon as I completed the turn, I flipped a u-turn and followed the car. Caught up to the car at the next stop light and rolled down my window and started yelling “what? You were honking at me. Your the one who was speeding down the road. Wanna day something to me now?” Person just kept looking straight and ignoring me. When the light turned green the car went straight and I turned right. Not one of my best moments and I told my friend in the car with me I’d refrain from doing that again because it could’ve been much worse if it escalated.

This road rage story is so absurd-I still can’t believe it happened. I’m a huge car fanatic so when I saw this lime green Dodge Charger in my rear view mirror, I was pretty much in awe. The car had racing stripes and black detailing, alongside a custom license plate (EZ LIME). The road I was on was about to merge the two lanes into one but it redivided in about 50 feet, after the light. It was no big deal.

The lime green charger tried to pass me but didn’t make it. I didn’t change my speed (actually I think I dropped it a little because I wanted to make sure there were no cars in my blind spot). The adolescent behind the wheel did not approve of me not paving a clear path for him so he made an obscene gesture with his middle finger.

The lane redivided and he turned straight into a neighborhood (all that fuss to go home?). I was so confused and still am about this little act. It’s absolutely absurd to get road rage over something so small. It makes me fear how he must act on the freeway, where changing lanes and passing is so much worse.

It just goes to show you can drive any car and still have no class.

I'm sitting in the fast lane in the Sepulveda Pass on the 405 freeway in Los Angeles, a notoriously busy stretch of road, in bumper to bumper traffic. The guy behind me honks, gesturing to get out of his way. Now I generally follow the rule not to drive faster than the car in front of me; physics and all. I'm not quite sure what he expects to achieve unless he expects every car to move out of the way so he alone can travel unabated. This continues for a couple of miles until I allow a car to make a lane change in front of me. Well, for him this was the last straw; now he's really gonna be late. He honked and pounded his steering wheel until we went our separate ways when the freeway split.

I have lots of road rage episodes since there's ALWAYS BAD TRAFFIC JAM in Jakarta.

The worst was when I stuck for an hour and only went as far as 500 meters. I took my gym clothes out of my bag and just shoved my mouth with it then scream as loud as possible. Then I broke down into tears cause I was so tired, and reached a point where I didn't know what to think, say, nor feel. After that I laughed out loud like I just heard the most hilarious joke in my life ever.

I almost left my car in the middle of the road, but when I realized there were no public transports around, and it was far from my destination (like still 20km away) and there's no pedestrian walk either, I decided to just karaoke in the car and planning some excuse for not going to work the next day cause I was so tired.

I was literally less than a mile from home. I pulled out of a store lot safely, but there was a guy behind me speeding, 50+ on a 40 road. So he either had to slow a bit or switch lanes. Instead he crawled onto my bumper and blew his horn. I ignored that so he does around me, cut back and tried to brake check me.

I saw what he was doing even as he was passing me so i had slowed and then merged into the left lane. Passed him safely.

He wasn't done. He then sped up cut me off and again brake checked me. Missed this maneuver because he was In a blind spot. I was barely able to brake and miss him. Few feet ahead I moved into a left turn lane and lost him.

He has some tiny subcompact car. I was in a Ford 150 lifted on oversized tires. I wouldn't so much have rear ended him as I would have rolled over him.

I used to be quite the rageoholic in my youth. Not that the people I would rage at didn't deserve scorn, but perhaps not quite so much as I gave it. Mostly I kept it tempered to screaming at them when there's no way though could hear me (windows up, etc, etc.)

The one thing that REALLY cured (or at least tempered) my road rage was going from being strapped inside a two ton vehicle with airbags to riding *on* a quarter ton with nothing but a helmet and some leather protecting me.

Learn to let things go really fast once you realize that if you rage you'll be a dent in someone else's vehicle.

Okay, so I've finally given up on the rage thing. I'm on a bike, and I'm just trying to keep safe from cagers. I'm headed to work and some dumb female in a large SUV comes into my lane with no signal. I bang on my horn, swerve close to the shoulder straighten up, and brake and manage to avoid becoming a smear on the highway.

When I recover I'm right behind this particular woman. She happens to get off at my exit. So I'm still behind her. She happens to take my next turn, so I'm still behind her. So from her point of view she had just cut off a large biker in black leather who was now following her.

I was cracking up to myself 'cause I'm just glad I'm alive and just heading to my parking deck to go to work. But I can see her staring at me in the review mirror and decided I just had to mess with her. The next section of road is terribly timed and you end up from red light to red light, never more than a block or two at a time. So I start revving my engine really loud right before the light turns green, and each time she shoots forward to the next light. Just before my parking deck I gunned my engine about two seconds before the light was going to change and like pavlov's dog she goes shooting through the light only to get pulled over.

Screamed "I HATE EVERYBODY" as loudly as I could. Kinda made me feel better.

The usual, flipping off, yelling, swearing. Someone threw something hard at my window on the highway once, I was so pissed, I almost called the cops to report them for reckless driving, but I couldn't get their license plate.

I broke a person's nose after he punched me and gave me a black eye first.

My gf heard it the break with the window rolled up.

I punched it twice. It was all in slow motion. I saw his eyes roll to the back of his head the first time. Them I'm like, hey, I can do it again. so I did. And I punched him in the back of his head and that's when his gf said he's had enough. And I was gonna punch her too cause she grabbed my by my collar and it was my favorite shirt.

During this time i was in my way to a midterm and when I got there I was a mess. But I aced it while the adrenaline was still rushing through me.


The next day, I went to San Francisco and had a black eye in all my pictures.

I'm not saying I nonchalantly followed them for approximately 3 miles to their destination, a mall as it turned out, and let the air out of all their tires.

Again, I'm not saying this happened.

Got cut off by someone not signaling going through and intersection, got in the other lane, put my foot down just so I could fly up next to them at the light and flip them the bird. I still feel extremely bad about it to this day, if you're on here I apologize.

I flipped someone off, it made it worse lol.

I personally didn't witness this, but it was in the local newspaper. Two drivers, a man and an old lady, pulled over to the side of the freeway after some traffic problem. The man went to the lady who is still in her car, picked up the dog in her lap, and threw it onto oncoming traffic.

This was about 30 years ago when I was 25.

I had a 1963 Plymouth Valiant. It had buttons on the dashboard to change gears. Pretty cool.

But even though it was old the sucker would just keep running.

Except for the car had a problem with the rotors on the engine. If the car began to idle, it would shut down. So I had to keep revving the engine while at a stop light.

So one fine day I drove up to a red stop light. Revving the engine as usual, a little old lady, must have been a good 80 years old, pulled up beside me, also waiting for the light to change. I was lost in my own little world. When I finally looked over to her. She was giving me a glaring stare. Flames coming out of her eyes to sear my flesh. I had no idea what I had done to upset her so much.

Suddenly, the light changed to green. I watched as the little old lady GUNNED her engine and peeled out of there, leaving me eating her dust.

It wasn’t until afterwards that it dawned on me that she thought I was trying to drag race with her.

My one thought was, “Right on! You GO Grandma!!!”

I always speed up when a charger or mustang rev their engines beside me and if they're trying to pass me I make sure they can't.