Posted on 12/24/2024 7:58:25 AM PST by Loyalist
There is no road rage quite like backroad rage.
The story of the failed prosecution of Alphonsus O’Connell involved allegations of many of the familiar elements of road rage, and not just by him, but also his alleged victim: honking, tailgating, brake checking, forcing someone off the road, brandishing a firearm.
It also had vastly conflicting accounts about what actually happened that call to mind the old joke that anyone driving faster than you is a maniac and anyone slower is an idiot.
The fact that it happened on a dirt road in the wild Newfoundland woods with no witnesses other than the participants added a mere wrinkle to the decision of Judge Wayne Gorman of the Provincial Court of Newfoundland and Labrador, who heard the trial in Corner Brook and issued a ruling Dec. 18 .
In the end, O’Connell, the elderly accused, beat the criminal charges against him of dangerous driving and uttering threats. But he took a long way getting there.
It began, as these things sometimes do, while people were out spreading moose estrogen on trees.
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Keeping driving if you can, if they stop in front of you, reverse is a thing. If you are trapped for some reason keep your doors locked and your windows up.
Why does it seem so hard for people to follow these simple rules?
Why do they seem to be compelled to stop their vehicle, get out and yell at the other person who has also stopped and gotten out?
Is there a factory somewhere that stamps out these idiots?
Unless your car is on fire, you should stay in it.
A moose ate my sister once ...
No sense driving around the woods on a four-wheeler smelling like a moose in heat.
That moose estrogen drives men mad, I tell ya. MAD!
It happened to me once when I lived in a dry county in West Texas.
I was on the way to a liquor store on the county line. I exited the highway onto the access road, and there was a car in front of me going extremely slow.
I tailgated for a minute or so, then finally passed it & quickly moved back into the lane close to front of the car. It was very rude of me.
I stopped at a red light further down, and the car I had passed stopped behind me. I saw the driver’s door open in my mirror, and I thought “oh, crap...’.
This little old lady got out and walked up to my truck; I was expecting at the very minimum to be repremanded for my rude driving.
I rolled down my window, and she spoke in a shaky voice, “excuse me sir, can you tell me how to get to Crossed Keys?” I was very relieved and told her to follow me because that’s where I was going.
I learned some important lessons about courtesy while driving from that encounter.
“No sense driving around the woods on a four-wheeler smelling like a moose in heat.”
That might actually be more dangerous than SKYNET mistaking you for Sarah Connor.
"And there, on the door handle, was the bloody hook itself!"
“Rocky & Bullwinkle: the later years”
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