Reading GSM’s recent post about his brush with road rage reminded me of an experience from when I was a kid.
I must have been around 10 or 12 and the family was driving to see someone – my guess would be my grandma on my mom’s side. We were on a freeway and it was in New York City. I am not sure who cut off who, or who started what – all I remember is my dad passing someone, cutting in front of them, sticking his hand out the window to give the one finger salute, and telling the other party to f-off. It must have been the first time I saw that side of my dad – he is usually pretty calm and not easily riled. But not on that day.