I experienced a prime example of this foaming-at-the-mouth type of road rage over something I could not avoid.
I was driving my car with all windows down, at Lake Sumter Landing. I had crossed the Morse bridge and turned right headed toward the square, and then at Panera I turned right and passed in front of the sales center and headed leftward to turn left at the bar hut corner, to pass by the back of the bandstand.
Picture the parking spaces on the immediate left after the crosswalk. This guy was in his golf cart tailgating me as I turned left, and as soon as I was around the corner, a parked car in the 2nd or 3rd parking space on my left started backing out in front of me, about 6 feet ahead of me. I had to slam on the brakes (I was going at a snail's pace b/c of such eventualities around the squares), and when the golf cart driver had to brake behind me, he started SCREAMING and shaking his fist and yelling with his thick NY cabbie accent, "You can't stop like that right after turning a corner.....you blankety-blank effing b-word effing this and that....Ya gotta keep GOING...."
Well I'm sorry, but I had to stop to avoid hitting the car backing out regardless of whose fault the crash might have been. This guy couldn't have cared less about maintaining "assured clear distance" behind me.
I'm not exactly a fraidy-cat, but this guy was scary and I refused to say ANYthing that would escalate him further. His clenched fists shaking in the air were enough to cause fear, much less the thought of him having a firearm.
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