I have just very nearly had a car crash this afternoon which would probably have resulted in serious damage to the other driver not just their car.
Thankfully, my reactions are bloody good and my car is practically brand new so the brakes are all in fine working order.
There I am, happily driving along the road, one car several lengths in front and one a bit further behind me. The part of the road I am on is NSL and I'm doing about 45mph.
To my left is a private driveway, with plenty of room to position your car so that you can both see and turn either way. (I know what it's like, I've come out of it myself). I can see the car waiting to come out, they watch the first car go past, then for some completely inexplicable dangerous fucking reason they pull out on me really fucking slowly.
I've had no choice but to do an emergency stop, only narrowly missing their tiny little car with my much larger and more robust estate car, whilst I sit in horror watching the car behind me getting closer and closer. Thankfully, they were far enough back to be able to stop also.
However, whilst I am sat there thinking fuck fuck fuck, the bastard who's caused all this just merrily carries on like nothing has happened.
This is the bit that has really annoyed me, I totally accept that people have lapses in judgement every now and then. Apparently it is surprisingly common from what my DH tells me (he's a fireman) and from accidents friends have had But surely when you have one of these lapses you fucking acknowledge it, a hand gesture to say sorry, a mouthing of the word sorry you don't just drive away.
I very rarely wish ill feeling upon other people, but AIBU to really hope they shit themselves literally when they saw my huge, not easy to miss car baring down on them at speed?
AIBU?
To hope they shit themselves?
MaxPepsi · 19/06/2015 14:28
I had a similar near-miss when some fuckwit turned left onto a nsl road and pulled out in front of me when he was towing a fucking caravan. He then tootled on at 40mph and caused a massive tailback. 
Must be the week for it. A v young girl driver pulled backwards off a drive into my path without even looking, I did an emergency stop but she was busily talking to her mate who didn't even notice i was about a foot from her door. 
Off she drove oblivious to it all. Frightening.
I was once stationary in a line of cars on a small incline. The woman in front of me, who clearly wasn't paying attention, suddenly rolled backwards and only stopped when she met my bumper. She then proceeded to leap out and accuse me of 'driving straight into the back of her'. I protested, and a passing pedestrian even backed me up, but she absolutely would not have it, stomped back to her car and drove off.
Still fills me with absolute rage 15 odd years later - the sheer injustice of it! DH finds it hilarious even now that I won't pull up closely behind any car that's on a hill, I always have to give them at least a 10 foot gap in case some other numpty is unaware that their car is actually moving backwards. 
Somebody almost killed us on the motorway once.
It was the M62 approaching Manchester. I was quite happily driving along in the inside lane. Other cars were travelling in the overtaking lane next to me. It was busy as that stretch usually is.
A driver parked up on the hard shoulder suddenly pulled out, in first gear onto the carriageway.......the carriageway I was doing at least 70 on 
I couldn't pull over as cars were overtaking me. What possessed her I couldn't imagine!
I knew I was going to crash and it'd be a baddun, so braked as hard as I could to try and minimise injury. All kinds of thoughts flashed through my head, but I had literally nowhere to go.
The driver pulled back in just at the last minute. I rammed on my horn hard as I shit past. The fucking little bitch gesticulated at me. I felt like bloody killing her as my ds was in the back seat
She had no fucking idea of motorway rules whatsoever.
A family friend, who was a police driving instructor, was once waiting, in icy weather, at a set of lights on the slope of a bridge (over an Underground station). As he was waiting, he noticed the car in front was starting to slide backwards on the ice. He gently moved his car from behind the car, into the adjacent lane. The car carried on sliding, and hit the car behind family friends.
Driver of hit car got out and started banging on that the accident was family friends fault, and that he shouldn't have moved. Things quietened down when family friend got out 
. As he told the driver (and me when he taught me). "Driving doesn't stop when the car does."
hidden that sounds terrifying. I have often seen people trying to rejoin from the hard shoulder. they don't seem to want to get any speed up.
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