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Post your interesting experiences on the road!

I'll start. Earlier today I was going about 60 mph on a highway when I noticed some snow chunks in the road. I adjusted my wheel to avoid the chunks, and when I looked up at the road ahead and saw a car just sitting in the fast lane, without it's blinkers on. I slowed down but realized I had no room to stop, so I went left down into the snow-covered median, drifting slightly as I went back into the road. The car I was avoiding had smoke billowing from it's hood.

I was left with three questions after the ordeal:

-Why didn't the driver of the car pull over when his engine blew?
-What left snow chunks in the road? (It hadn't snowed in a week)
-Why didn't I think to go around the car in the right lane instead of the median?
 
I would have a ton to post, but it's not exactly what the government defines as "legal".

Whatever, words...



Edit: One of them has do to with a gravel road, a series of turns, and a 7000lb diesel truck.:D
 
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I was with Dad, we were riding into town in the truck (circa 2004 IIRC) for something. I thought I felt something. I asked if we hit something and Dad said yeah, a woodchuck (gopher/groundhog). I looked back and it was squished flat. I couldn't believe how it got that way.

I've posted this before I think, but we raced my friends Mustang years back and beat it in a good straight line but he caught back up in top end.
 
Oh god I'd hit the character cap before I could list everything :lol:

I suppose I could just share today's experience in rush hour.

I was at an intersection that has two lanes that splits into three at the very end, one left, one veering left and one right.
This stupid woman with two kids in her car comes up in the oncoming single lane and sits next to me, confused I inch forward as the light goes green to find the woman has started moving and is attempting to move in front of me (I was second in queue and there was a long line of cars behind me so clearly she was trying to push in line)

I move forward more and she puts her foot down and her teenaged child starts yelling at me from the passenger window.
So I drop into 1st gear and floor it - now, I doubt any of you are familiar with my car but it has the loudest and most obnoxious exhaust I've ever heard fitted to a vehicle, it's ear splitting.

So I deafen the smartass child hanging out the window as I fly past them because I'm sure if I stayed there she would have just driven straight into me - for whatever reason the woman behind me let her in..

AND SHE HAS THE AUDACITY TO TOOT AT ME LIKE I DID SOMETHING WRONG.

Then not 10 minutes later, I'm going through an intersection that has a giveway sign for people turning (I have a green light and she has the give way)

This woman in a VITZ sees me coming and puts on her brakes. I smile and wave and then she FLOORS IT AND PULLS OUT IN FRONT OF ME

Absolutely baffled I blare my horn and she then proceeds to do 30, blocking me when I try and pass her on the median.

So in the end I dropped down into the powerband and flew past her on a tight corner.

Just, ARGH. There's something about rush hour that brings out the absolute idiocy in everyone and the 🤬 in me :lol:
 
I got a couple :D

Story #1:
Waiting at a stoplight after getting off the highway. To my left is an on ramp to get back on the highway. As I'm sitting there I see this kid my age (20ish) in a Porsche 996 tearing on the on ramp. He was on the left lane and gave it a little too much and his rear tires broke lose and he ended up spinning into the right lane (where the blue circle is). He was almost facing backwards when he finally stopped and after nearly causing a pile up he got back on the highway like nothing happened :confused:

Guess his dad won't let him drive the Porsche anymore :lol:

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On my way to school, about to take a right. As I get to the intersection and look to see if it's clear to turn, a nice 03/04 Termi blows by with the driver staring at me as he passes. With a slight grin on my face I take my turn and catch up to him. He downshifts and guns it, I do the same. He starts creeping away until we hit traffic. Lane opens and I pull next to him, rolling down my passenger window. We complement each others cars, I give him a thumbs up then he turns off.
 
School buses. They speed up for nothing, and they wait for nothing. If you're late for work, and you see one approaching on a side street, don't even bother speeding up to try and get in front of the 15-mph-under-the-limit mobile bottleneck before it enters the main road. You'll just put yourself and and everyone else in danger because the bus driver will pull out in front of you anyway.

And if you're driving in the dark, it's probalby better to be close to the center line than close to the shoulder. Pedestrians will mosey down the hard shoulder as close as they can get to the road without actually being in it, and they never wear brightly colored clothing or anything else that could alert you to their presence.
 
I do remember one time Dad was driving in the Duramax with me in the passenger seat.

Some young guy in a Mercedes sedan had been driving pretty close, and matching Dad's acceleration from stop lights, there were also about 2-4 girls in the car with him.


So Dad sticks it in 4wd because it's a tad wet out, and turning lef toff the main road he guns it.
The guy tries to follow, and does a half spin trying to keep up.:lol:

When he pulled up at the next set of lights I started screaming "YeeeaaahhHHHH!!!" and hitting the side of the truck as we sped off away. Look on the guys face was priceless.
 
Thinking back to this still aggravates me. Tatum Road is a boulevard that runs north/south through Phoenix, but as you get north of the 101 freeway, traffic really gets congested because Tatum has one of the only exits that serves a rather large suburban and shopping area north of the highway. So basically, there's always a lot of traffic by the highway. One day after school last year, the route I was taking to go somewhere involved getting on the highway at the crowded Tatum onramp.

At the intersection just before the onramp, there are two left turn lanes to get on the highway. In the outer of these two lanes was an older Ford Expedition sitting on a jack with its hood open, so traffic had to merge to the other turn lane. I was already in that lane, but a row of cars hadn't merged yet. Everyone in front of me was letting one car in, and I did the same for the white C300 next to me. Behind it was this black Range Rover with Colorado plates on it, and it was just on the C300 like it was attached to it. It was really jonesing to get in, but I didn't really want that; he could wait and get in front of the next car like everyone else was doing.

Up ahead, but still a ways behind the Expedition was this Ford Edge that was sitting with its left turn signal on but not really making an effort to merge. The light turned green, and I moved forward, behind the C300. The Range Rover drove around the Edge ahead of it pretty aggressively and completely cut back into the lane I was in, behind the C300. Nothing like an impromptu brake test. I honked twice after slamming on the brakes, but that was it. Jackass.

There was also another time on a road with two lanes, but the outer lane was blocked for construction. We were going about fifty and were the only car for some distance. There was a light green Passat on a side street, ready to turn left. It slowly came out to the road, but I assumed it was just going to stop and wait for me to pass. Nope! The Passat completed its turn doing about twenty...and then didn't really accelerate. Behind it, a big black Lexus took a nosedive and nearly ate the Passat's bumper for lunch. The construction workers cutting up the blocked lane stared. The Passat quietly faded back into the distance when I passed them soon after.
 
There is a freeway that goes around my hometown called New Circle Road (although there is no Old Circle Road). At about 4:30 on a friday I took my grandfather to pick up his truck at the mechanic, and I was going to use this road to get home. Instead of going south on the road, I take the wrong turn and go north. It takes me a while to realize this, but when I do, I think, "It's a circle, so I'll just go all the way around it." I ended up being stuck in rush-hour traffic, combined with a wreck that stopped up traffic. It was a 90-degree day and raining, and my air conditioner was broken at the time, so I had no way to cool off. On top of that, I had to use the bathroom and was nowhere near an exit. Two hours later, I finally got home.

Probably the worst driving experience I've ever had.
 
So back when I first got my driving permit, my dad thought it'd be good practice to drive about an hour north up to my uncles cabin just to check it out as we were interested in going at some time. This was only a week or two after I got my permit, so I was still kinda nervous behind the wheel of a car. I was driving a Lexus IS300.

So we are maybe twenty minutes in, and I'm on a single lane road going both ways. Suddenly I see a groundhog on the right hand side of the road, and I think to myself, it won't run into the street it'll be fine. So of course, I get closer and closer and the stupid thing is in the lane watching the other side of the road trying to get across. By the time it ran into the road, I was almost right on tip of it going about 35 MPH. To the left was oncoming traffic, to the right a ditch so I figured the best thing to do was just run the bastard over. Meanwhile my dad is in the passenger seat gripping the side of the door yelling 'Watch WATCH. WATCH' when THUMP, run the thing over.

Afterwards we both started laughing as it was pretty funny. :p Luckily it didn't damage the tire or even get blood anywhere on the car.


There was also the time (waaaaay long ago, I was maybe six) when I convinced my dad to race an Inpreza STI at a stop light in his old Toyota Previa... :p
 
It concerns me that so many people here enjoy running over animals. :scared:

I don't have too many stories, as I've only been driving for a little over 2 years, but one time while driving down the interstate some guy (presumably running away from police) in a big Dodge Ram was doing donuts in the middle of the road because he couldn't get traction.
 
^ Actually, that reminds me. Last summer I was at work and was gonna go get lunch. It was gonna rain so the one guy dropped me off at the place where I ordered something from and he drive elsewhere and picked me back up. So we're at a light, and suddenly some guy in a Harley goes FLYING past us, blowing the red light. Following him are about three cops, sirens blaring going at LEAST 60 MPH in a 35 zone. We get back to work which is just down the road, and then another two cops go flying by in the direction they went.

That was pretty interesting.
 
About annoying drivers, few weeks ago I was driving in the morning on a twisty local road by a river. There was a car in front of me that would just slam the brakes like it was the end of the world and come to a complete stop each time they saw a car coming ahead. It's a twisty, narrow, variable width road but there was plenty of room for two cars to pass and no need for any sensible person to hold up the traffic so much. To be honest, I haven't sweared so much behind the wheel before. What a workout for the ABS it was though...

Once after 6 days times 12h of work I was exhausted. I was driving home at night down a sort-of-freeway and was about to drive off a 270 degree ramp onto a bigger freeway below. There's a sidewalk crossing the ramp just alongside the road. See where this is going? It was night, it was raining, I had just recently got my license and was very tired. I had a minor blackout and terribly misjudged the distance while coming onto the ramp, I was going way too fast to make it, slammed the brakes and drove onto the sidewalk. Mind you, it's not a pedestrian-busy street, especially at night, but I can't imagine what it could've ended with. There was only a few cm high beveled curb that I drove onto, no damage done I slapped my face a few times, backed up and got home with my eyes peeled.

Never mix inexperience, bad road conditions and tiredness. I was really lucky that time.
 
While not my story this happened to my dad.

He was coming off a highway into another route but this off ramp wasn't a single lane turn it was two lanes and a four way intersection. So he gets on the off ramp and as he brakes for the red light this riced up Honda comes jumping a curve at about ~60 spinning out in the grass then does a 180 on to the highway. I guess he just didn't know the road or something, but ether way made for quite the scene.
 
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Many years ago my neighbor and I carpooled to school. His mom was driving me, him, and another kid to school on a narrow country road in rain. A Jeep in the oncoming lane oversteered in a turn, came into our lane, and hit the Camry we were in. The Jeep ramped over our car, landed in a ditch, and barrel-rolled three times. The driver of the car was launched from her vehicle (as she wasn't wearing a seatbelt) and was pinned under the Jeep when it stopped rolling. She only suffered 2 broken ribs.
 
I was driving the Lexus in some five o'clock rush hour traffic earlier, and I was in the slow lane. To the right of me was the lane to exit the highway. There was an oil tanker ahead in the middle lane that started signaling, so I slowed and let him in. Behind the tanker was this white Silverado towing a large trailer, and it starts signaling. We're pretty much side by side, so I figure he's gonna wait for me to pass and then change lanes, but then he starts moving over. I waited until I was about halfway in between lanes to give two honks to make him aware of me in the lane he was about to move into, but he didn't like being called out. He moved back over, but then got over to the exit lane as I passed and gave five honks of disapproval, to which I responded with two more honks. I guess some people don't like getting caught in the wrong.

Whenever I drive the three other cars, the road seems to be a safe, relaxed place, but a big black Lexus seems to be an asshole magnet.
 
So on my way to the movies today I took a wrong turn onto a road that leads to the empty areas behind places like Walmart. So I figure just to turn around in this wide open space. Drop it into first and floor it to whip around and put a smile on my face. :lol:
 
One time I was with my dad in his Porsche 911, and we were driving down a two-lane road. A delivery truck appears out of a side street and stops halfway into our lane. My dad honks at the guy, and as we drive around him, he flips us off. My dad was so pissed that he stopped the car about 100 feet past the truck. The truck driver got out and stood in the street, both fingers in the air. My dad started to back up toward him, but I convinced him to drive on.

If we had been in the Ranger I wouldn't have stopped him, but that guy could have done some damage to the Porsche.
 
Coming home from college last week, a guy in a black Subaru Impreza STi pulled out behind me as I came off the Lhanbryde roundabout and suddenly slowed to a crawl. Couple of minutes later as I'm going down a hill past a garden centre, the guy in the Impreza steamed up behind me then started slowing down again. Rounding a corner, he steamed up behind me again, this time passing me and a couple of cars in front. However the Subaru had to brake like hell to get in on his side to avoid a bus coming the other way.

Nearing the Mosstodloch roundabout, the Subaru is away passing cars again and has to duck in behind an ambulance to avoid oncoming traffic, failing to realise that the second vehicle coming the other way was a police van. Seeing this, I said to myself, "He's done for." Further along the Mosstodloch bypass, as I approach the Baxter's roundabout, I see blue lights over on the other side, and lo and behold, the guy in the Impreza got pulled over by the police. What a comeuppance. :lol:

Sure served him right.
 
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One time I was with my dad in his Porsche 911, and we were driving down a two-lane road. A delivery truck appears out of a side street and stops halfway into our lane. My dad honks at the guy, and as we drive around him, he flips us off. My dad was so pissed that he stopped the car about 100 feet past the truck. The truck driver got out and stood in the street, both fingers in the air. My dad started to back up toward him, but I convinced him to drive on.

If we had been in the Ranger I wouldn't have stopped him, but that guy could have done some damage to the Porsche.
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Have any pictures of this Porsche?
 
Just the other night actually I was heading back home from the MCM meet in Adelaide (I live a 5 hour drive away). I suppose it's not so much a story as just a random event. Because it was a Sunday night and I went the coastal route home because the extra corners would add some excitement, it was an incredibly lonely drive. In the whole 300-and-something kilometre stretch off the freeway I only saw two trucks and a van of surfers pulled over for the night in a rest stop.

I had a quick kip at a rest area (which was incredibly eerie) and pulled out, started accelerating to the speed limit. There was a family of rabbits heading to the other side, most of which had made it to the other side of the road. But there was one little bunny sitting on my side of the road that hadn't started crossing yet. I started saying to myself "don't you even think about it you little fluffy..." and then it jumped.

Probably more as a testament to how tired I was I yelled out, to no one, "NOOOOOOO, NOT THE BUNNY WHYYYYYYYY"
 
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Have any pictures of this Porsche?
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Well, sort of.

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I took this picture when my dad first got his Ranger. The Porsche is the black car in the background.

Ford trucks (as well as Mercurys and Lincolns) are a key trait to my dad's family, and they are usually handed down through generations. My F-150 was bought from my grandfather, who also has an F-250 and an L8000. The Ranger was originally my great-grandfather's, and when he died, the truck was given to my grand-uncle, and when he succumbed to cancer last fall my dad got the truck.
 
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Driving along the Glenn Highway. Slow-moving camper truck merging in. I figure I'll move over into the left lane so I don't have to slow down. Or not! Silver GMC Sierra shoulders its way through at 80 MPH, showing no intention of slowing down even though I'd had the signal on of a reasonable amount of time. I have to nail the brakes to avoid the camper truck.

Also, watch out for patches of loose dirt/dust on harsh corners. They're always slipperier than they look. One of them almost put me in the guardrail recently.
 
My girlfriend at the time and I drove from Northern Colorado to Denver to pick her brother up because he was intoxicated and got ditched by his friends. This was at 1am too. I had an unregistered firearm in the truck and after a few minutes of driving I noticed a police officer behind me. To avoid suspicion my girlfriend and I fastened our seatbelts. The police officer pulled off and we continued our two hour drive to Denver. About halfway along I started to drift off to sleep. Noting I was tired I woke my girlfriend up and asked her if she could drive. While I was looking at her she screamed, scaring the hell out of me. I looked forward just in time to see a deer standing in the middle of the highway. I veered to the left but over-corrected and we ended up flipping the truck clear over all four lanes of the highway at 75mph and finally coming to a rest in a ditch on the far oncoming side of the highway. The entire undercarriage of the truck got ripped off by the median guard rail. My girlfriend was completely fine, but I had glass embedded in my skull, my left arm was torn up and lacerated, my left hand was literally on my arm backwards and chock full of dirt and glass. The responding police officer charged me with falling asleep at the wheel (reckless driving resulting in death or serious injury) because I mentioned I was drowsy and completely dismissed the fact that I said I was trying to avoid a deer. He literally said, at 3am, "sir I didn't see any deer when I pulled up". Well no 🤬... What did you expect it to stick around and give a statement too?! The crazy part is, had that officer at the beginning of our journey not been there, we wouldn't have fastened our seatbelts and both of us could very well be dead!
 
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My girlfriend at the time and I drove from Northern Colorado to Denver to pick her brother up because he was intoxicated and got ditched by his friends. This was at 1am too. I had an unregistered firearm in the truck and after a few minutes of driving I noticed a police officer behind me. To avoid suspicion my girlfriend and I fastened our seatbelts. The police officer pulled off and we continued our two hour drive to Denver. About halfway along I started to drift off to sleep. Noting I was tired I woke my girlfriend up and asked her if she could drive. While I was looking at her she screamed, scaring the hell out of me. I looked forward just in time to see a deer standing in the middle of the highway. I veered to the left but over-corrected and we ended up flipping the truck clear over all four lanes of the highway at 75mph and finally coming to a rest in a ditch on the far oncoming side of the highway. The entire undercarriage of the truck got ripped off by the median guard rail. My girlfriend was completely fine, but I had glass embedded in my skull, my left arm was torn up and lacerated, my left hand was literally on my arm backwards and chock full of dirt and glass. The responding police officer charged me with falling asleep at the wheel (reckless driving resulting in death or serious injury) because I mentioned I was drowsy and completely dismissed the fact that I said I was trying to avoid a deer. He literally said, at 3am, "sir I didn't see any deer when I pulled up". Well no 🤬... What did you expect it to stick around and give a statement too?! The crazy part is, had that officer at the beginning of our journey not been there, we wouldn't have fastened our seatbelts and both of us could very well be dead!
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What happened to your firearm?
 
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What happened to your firearm?
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Well needless to say when you're hurt pretty bad the last thing you're thinking about is a misdemeanor firearm possession charge, so I didn't say anything and just hoped in the massive wreck that was my truck that it would go unnoticed. When I went to go sign the wreck over to the junk yard that towed it I looked EVERYWHERE, and couldn't find it. Presumably it was somewhere in the twisted metal, but I never did find it. I know it didn't fly out because I had it in a locked cargo compartment that my truck had inside the drivers-side panel. Or, as happens often, the tow truck driver helped himself to it.
 
I met a Lamborghini owner Saturday, who had brought his '13 LP560-4 (with a Heffner Twin Turbo system) to the PCA's Cars and Coffee. He seemed to recognize my dad's 911, and asked if he remembered driving down I-75 with him about two years ago in Ohio. My dad had told me about seeing a black Gallardo, which had been the man's previous car. Pretty awesome that the two drivers finally met in a different state years later.
 

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