I remember the first time I encountered a serious form of road
rage. I was ten and in the car on the way to soccer practice
with my mom. We were pulling out of our driveway, making a left
turn onto a main road. From a distance, a car was traveling
towards us, but my mother decided that she still had enough time
to make a safe turn. Unaware of the high speed at which the
other car was traveling, my mom accidentally cut him off. This
forced the driver to hit his break, and aided him in the
decision that revenge was the best solution to this situation.
The other driver immediately pulled out into the other lane and
flew past our car. Nervous and tense, my mom braced herself for
what was to come. In a rage, the other driver abruptly cut back
into our lane, giving us no room to successfully slow down. Our
only option was to swerve off the road and stop the moving
vehicle on the grass. Without any feeling of guilt, the other
driver continued down the road, window down, holding up a rude
hand gesture. Although no on