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Day 144 ‘Life as it happens, and almost ends!’

Making my usual pilgrimage to the train station tonight to collect the other half, I was nearly the victim of a rage-fuelled driver intent on removing me from life. Heading down the freeway, a car flew past me in the right-hand lane, did a U turn, turned up the lights full beam then proceed to head back on the wrong side of the road, straight for me. This driver pretty clearly had only one thought-destruction. I ended up on the nature strip, truly astonished we did not collide. I heard the car scream to a halt, which was my cue to get the hell out of where I was. I dove off with some haste towards the train station, somewhat perturbed to see this car was in hot pursuit of me. The car again flew past me at enormous speed, coming within inches of side swiping me. I was able to glimpse the driver. A girl, probably in her mid-twenties or early thirties, blonde hair in a ponytail. Driving an old Holden or Ford, dark blue and really dirty. She veered in front of me and slammed on her brakes, daring me to pull out and go past her I believe. I started to back up, and she backed up with me. Sitting there contemplating what her next actions might be, I grabbed my phone to take a picture of her registration plate. I guess she saw what I was doing, as she took off with squealing tyres. I thought that was the end of it, but she did a U-turn at the end of the street and came roaring back towards me on the wrong side of the road. I honestly thought that was going to be it. There wasn’t a thing I could do about it, this lunatic was going to kill us both. She pulled up just inches short of smashing into me. I could smell the burning rubber as I sat non plused in her blinding headlights. I held my phone up so she could see, indicating that I was calling for assistance. At that, she drove off with such fury, back from whence she came. I have no clue at all what this was about. I’m still debating about giving a heads up to police. It’s a pretty vague and unhelpful description. ‘Angry young blonde girl in an old blue car.’ I wonder about this girl when she gets home and calms down. Will she be proud of her intimidation, or feel bloody awful for being so violent. If she had to sit across the dinner table and look at me, would she be different? Probably. Road ragers and keyboard warriors forget that their targets are flesh and blood, I’m pretty convinced of that. Still not my time to go clearly 🙂 But I might invest in a dash cam recorder tomorrow. In the meantime, might have me a stiff drink.

Until tomorrow! (Hopefully)
Thank you for listening.
Stevie. x