Road Rage Observed

My drive to work is usually pretty uneventful. Usually. Today was a bit more exciting: I thought I was going to witness a fist fight between the drivers of the two vehicles in front of me.

I'm driving up Lynnhaven Parkway in the right lane, when a tractor-trailer rig pulls out in front of me at an intersection. Annoying, because he's not doing the speed limit. After a couple of blocks, he moves over into the next lane. Fine with me, except he's driving along with his right wheels on the pavement marking between the lanes. I'm wondering why he doesn't move over a little further, when I see that the car that had been in front of him (in the right lane) is sitting just off the truck's right front corner, with his left wheels on the lane markings, and then he cuts over into the next lane in front of the truck.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I assume that the stupidity is over. Hah. The truck driver proceeds to come back into the right lane, directly in front of me (at this point I've decided it might be prudent not to tailgate), and the car does likewise, in front of the truck. I decide to hang back even further.

From this point on, the sequence of maneuvers between these two is blurry in my mind, until we all fetch up at the light just before the entrance to I-264. Stupid car driver is first at the light, stupid truck driver is next, and I'm third in line (and definitely not anywhere near the truck's tail end).

The truck driver gets out of the cab, marches up to the car, and starts yelling at the driver. Several times he turns around and heads back toward the truck, only to reverse direction after a few steps and go back to holler at him a little more. Good thing this traffic light is a long one.

Finally the light turns green, and the truck driver stomps back to his truck and climbs in. He then backs up towards me several feet (man, am I glad I kept back!), and goes around the car on the right using the turn lane into Potter's Road, and then moves up just past the I-264 on-ramp. I just sit there waiting for the car driver to close his door (evidently he had it open to, um, converse with the truck driver, and it was still hanging open) and move along, which he does, right up to the back end of the truck.

I don't know what happened after that; I ducked onto the Interstate, which seemed like a much safer place to be as long as those two jerks weren't on it, and hightailed it to work. I think if they had got onto I-264, I would have gone up to VB Blvd instead.

I'd really prefer my commute to be less exciting.