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Road Rage and The Stunt Driver by Georgia Durante
Monday, March 19, 2007
Rated "PG" by the Author.
A true story about what happened to me on my way to a speaking event.
ROAD RAGE AND THE STUNT DRIVER
By Georgia Durante
On Friday the 13th at noon, I was invited to speak at a literary group luncheon at the LaQuinta Resort in Palm Springs. I emailed a girlfriend and invited her to come. She emailed me back and said, “Did you know that Friday is the 13th? And it’s a full moon! You may want to reschedule. Friday at high noon is not a good time.” I emailed her back with a big smile face and said, “Everyday is like Friday the 13th in my life, I’ll see you there.”
In unfamiliar territory, I headed for my destination. I found myself in a turn lane when I needed to go straight. When the light changed to green, I squeezed back in to the correct lane of travel. In doing so, the man in the white Ford Bronco behind me became unglued, throwing me the finger with a contorted face. I was wrong, but jeez, people do make mistakes and what ever happened to courtesy? As I approached the next light, the Bronco pulled up next to me on the passenger side. I rolled down my window to apologize but this guy was seething, spewing obscenities and then spit in my car and all over my new expensive suit. Did you ever try to apologize to someone who can’t hear above his own curse words? I felt my temperature rise and tried to remind myself that I am a lady. That lasted all of a half a second. “Listen, you asshole!” I shouted. I was trying to apologize, but if you can’t except that then F_ _ _ you!” Just then, the light changed to green.
At the next red light, he pulled along side of me on my driver’s side. The next thing I know, this nut case is out of his car kicking my door like a crazy man. Now that he had done damage to my vehicle I found it necessary to get his license plate number so when he took off I sped after him. He turned into an alley and I was right on his tail. Suddenly he slammed on the brakes. We both came to sudden stop.
Vaguely, I remember seeing the clock on my dash. It was 12:00. With a crazed look in his eyes, this guy jumped on top of my hood, ripped off my windshield wiper and began kicking in my windshield. The lunatic then leaped on top of the roof and began jumping up and down. Strange thoughts cross your mind at moments like that. All I kept thinking of is, if he gets inside he’s going to ruin my beautiful new suit. (Just like when I unintentionally flipped a Ferrari doing a stunt for a commercial. As I was rolling toward my death, all I thought about was, oh my God, I’m wrecking a $250,000.00 car!) What’s up with that?
I put the car in reverse and floored it. He flew fell off. Screeching to a halt in reverse, I turned back to see him charging toward me again. Calmly, I shifted into drive and jammed my foot down on the gas petal. He dove out of the way, but I managed to clip him. When our eyes met again he suddenly came to the realization that he was dealing with someone that was probably as crazy as he was. I didn’t survive my years with the mob of guns to my head and being hung out of buildings by my ankles to be taken out by this little twerp! He ran to his truck and peeled out of there as fast as he could almost running into one of the five police cars emerging from all sides. There I was, surrounded—again! Fine mess I got myself into this time. Or was it me? I’m still trying to figure out if trouble finds me or I find it. And I still have 300 people waiting for me to speak!
(This is where I feel I need to insert that tag line they put on car commercials, ‘Professional driver—do not attempt this yourself.’)
After dealing with the police I dashed to my destination and was hastily lead to the stage where a impatient audience was waiting. Without a hint of abnormality, I eloquently delivered my speech adding the latest chapter of a day in the life of Georgia Durante.
So how was your Friday the 13th?
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