I have this friend.
We’ll call him Sam.
Sam was driving in San Francisco when he made, admittedly, a San Francisco merge.
The man driving behind him became so irate that he actually rammed Sam’s car with his own, then proceeded to back up into the car behind him before taking off dragging Sam (who had gotten out of his car) a distance down the road.
Sam managed to free himself when the car slowed down but required an ambulance ride to the hospital as well as medical assistance and rehab.
Sam recounted this story to me yesterday as we sat outside Philz Coffee in Los Gatos.
I was floored.
When we said our goodbyes, I wished him safe travels, images of road rage fresh in my mind.
I walked to my truck.
All of a sudden, from behind me, a car squealed out of a parking spot at a very rapid speed.
There was a man half in the passenger side window, his legs hanging out the window.
The driver suddenly stopped, then just as suddenly took off again, as if he was trying to shake the man from his car.
My adrenaline started pumping.
I pulled out my phone, to make a call to the police but instead I took a picture of the car:
It was as if the words Sam and I spoke conjured up this road rage incident.
I IMMEDIATELY called Sam and told him what happened, my voice, hands, and whole body quaking.
It took me a good 10 minutes to calm down enough to drive.
The man who had been hanging out the car calmly walked to another car, got in, and drove off.
Was it a friendly prank?
A drug deal gone bad?
A failed car jacking?
All I know is that road rage is not worth risking the precious life of another human being.
Stay safe everyone.