I hate people... Just went out to the grocery store to grab a movie from Redbox (34 miles, round trip for me). One of the highways is under construction, but I'm still going 65, what it used to be, even though it's a 35. This guy is riding my :censored: the whole time we're driving down it. Literally can't see anything besides headlights. Pissed me off enough I dropped to 55. Started swerving around trying to pass in a no passing, drops back, then floors it and starts riding it again. I drop down to 35.
Eventually we get to the off ramp and he gets so close to me that when I dropped the clutch and rolled back a little, I rolled into him. I point for him to pull off and when we start to go, he scrapes me again. I pull off and he slams the gas and passes me without stopping. I'm like, dude... You're in a Suburban... I'm in a Trans Am... I can catch you... So I pull up to read his plates and he brake checks me. I call non-emergency to call the plates and tell them he hit me and they say "we have a cop a few miles down the road, we'll pull him over when he gets there. Just stay on the phone and keep me constant on your position."
I'm like alright, so I see the cop eventually flick on lights, so I put on emergency and pull over with them. Had to deal with that for like 2 1/2 hours...
The guy was wayyy drunk. Cop wouldn't tell me what it was, but I heard him say ".2- something or other" to the guy that hit me.
