One myth busted, one myth confirmed!
Last Monday I had this motoring experience that kinda startled me. For some reason I didn’t mention it to you guys. I don’t know why. Maybe I thought it wasn’t all that interesting, maybe I couldn’t find the words. But today I really want to get it all out.
So, when driving home from work, I decided to make a little visit to MediaMarkt, a local electronics department store. I wanted a memory card for my cell phone so I can use it to store music and photos. Anyway, at a certain point I changed lanes and started overtaking a truck and a Volvo stationcar. When I was half way passed the Volvo, the driver decided to take over the truck and came sideways in my direction. With a car behind me braking wasn’t an option, so the only thing I could do was honk and make an evasive maneuver. The Volvo kept coming and I kept hitting my horn. Eventually, he noticed me and went back to his own lane, behind the truck. I overtook the truck and changed lanes ones more. The car that had been behind me overtook me and speeded away. Then, all of a sudden, the Volvo appeared and cut me of, almost hitting the front of my car. He stayed in front of me, hitting the brakes without need to do so, trying to harass me. I in return gave him the thumbs up to show him I thought of him being a real man. What a hero. Eventually, he slowed down because of more trucks and I again overtook the Volvo.
While overtaking him I took a good look inside the Volvo. To my surprise the driver somewhat looked like an distinguished gentleman with a grayish mustache. Next to him in the passenger seat was a teenage girl. The backseat was down, as if they were on their way to pick up something large. I imagined they were on their way to Ikea, which would explain daddy’s driving; he wasn’t at all in the mood for some Swedish family shopping. But still, this guys driving was dangerous enough for him and other drivers, but he was risking his kids life as well. What a responsible dad. I wonder what his wife would say if she knew about all this. True, Volvo’s are strong and safe cars, but everything has its limits.
This time I stayed in the left lane, because of the series of trucks in the right lane. The Volvo came up behind me and started flashing his lights, tailgating me in an attempt to evoke a reaction. I couldn’t care less. As the exit to the A16 came in sight the Volvo suddenly changed lanes, filling a narrow spot in between two trucks. He really didn’t want to miss the exit, but seemed to be unaware that the exit is a two-lane exit. I changed lanes when the second lane of the exit came up and I drove of, leaving the Volvo far behind me.
Curious to see if I was right or not, I decided to drive down to Ikea and see if my Volvo friend actually would turn up. After a couple of minutes he did. He parked his car, got out and went inside. He wasn’t a big guy, surprisingly, and I took a good look so I could recognize him in case I ran into him. I parked my car across from his, took a photo of his license plate (may come in handy) and went in after him. At first, I thought of addressing him on his driving. But I was so pumped with adrenaline, I was afraid I would hit him. I realized it would cause more trouble than needed if anything physical would happen. A lawsuit, Police, or worst of all: getting banned from Ikea. I grabbed some drinking glasses (which we needed anyway) and stayed behind the guy. Eventually, he grabbed the stuff he needed and went to the register. I followed and got in line behind him. At a certain point he looked over his shoulder and recognized me. I noticed he froze up, so I smiled at him, making clear I had recognized him too. He turned away and avoided looking back. Take away a guys weapon (in this case his car) and look what he’s left with. Nothing. He paid, looked back once more and headed to the elevators. I smiled, nodded my head and paid too. While he was waiting for the elevator, I took the stairs down.
I just took place behind the wheel of my car when he showed up at his Volvo. He opened the trunk and a minute I thought about getting out of my car and offering him to help load the items he had bought. Naturally, I didn’t. I started my car, revved the engine and turned out of my parking spot. I drove passed him really slow to make sure he was aware of my presence. The little guy was probably crapping his pants. And so he should. I smiled and felt satisfied. I enjoyed scaring the guy. Hopefully he'll realize there are more ways then one how he can be held accountable for his actions. He can crash, someone else can crash, he can be pulled over by cops and loose his license or someone will stop him, get out and punch him in the face.
I left the Ikea parking area and drove off to MediaMarkt. I bought the memory card and now I’m able to listen to 300 songs on my cell phone! And Suzanne was very happy with the drinking glasses I bought. I haven’t seen the Volvo since. So, that's one myth busted: Volvo drivers aren't all behaving like gentlemen, and Volvo's are no longer the desired car for the desinguished; they're driven by sad people as well. Myth confirmed: small men drive big cars. Has to do with compensation..









































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