Join Date: Jul 2007
Location: Anaheim, CA, USA
I had a huge armored truck do the same NASCAR-inspired move on me a few years ago, crossing over multiple lanes to get to the one-lane exit that I was on. The armored truck was on my left and a solid block wall on my right. I barely avoided a collision by slamming on my brakes (the ABS kicked in). He would have slammed me into the wall if I had braked any less. My heart was pounding, and I felt upset and angry.
I followed the armored truck to the bank, but got stuck at a red light. He must have seen me follow him. I could see his truck in the parking log of the bank. By the time I got there, the driver had finished his business and was leaving the parking lot. It was too late to get the ID number or license plate number, so I went into the bank and asked about the driver's name, etc. They brought out the ledger, but the driver had been smart enough to scribble his name in a way that could not be read. I am 100% sure that it was not accidental.
I called the armored truck company, and spoke with the supervisor, who made it clear that he did not care what his drivers did as long as they made their pickups and deliveries.
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Sometimes you don't avoid the collision:
A few years ago, a solo driver in a pickup truck did a sudden NASCAR-inspired move to get around traffic. He whipped across the double solid yellow lines from the fast lane into the carpool lane where I was riding. Of course he did not signal, and I had a fraction of a second to react. To the best of my knowledge, I did everything right, but it didn't matter. Despite hard braking on my part, the back left corner of his bumper touched my front wheel and knocked me down to the pavement at 60 mph. I had a broken toe, thumb, and rib, and a couple quarter-size road rashes, but the worst injury was a badly sprained right ankle. I healed quickly, but that ankle still gives me a reminder now and then.
All that, so the pickup driver could get around a few cars in traffic.