Hell in a handbasket...

Ok, yesterday was back 2 school night. Cool part: leaving work early. Bad part: Having to go back!

On the way home, I was chatting with Col about ways to fix his back (it's all fubar right now, can't even pick up bug, has been out all week). I moved over into the fast lane in a really clear section of the road (noone withing 300 yards!).

This red Toyota Corolla come flying up on me in the fast lane so fast I literally cannot see the front of his car. At all. I see driver, and my tail.

Roads are wet, but I'm still doing a good speed.

We come to a corner, and I hit the brakes lightly to go around without hitting all the damned construction on the 91 right now (which is also WAY fubared).


The bastard starts flipping lights and horn and crap at me. (Back off, you ass!)

He then pulls around me, and cuts in so close to my bumper that I cannot see his. Within like 2 feet.

And tries the slam on the brakes game.

I just move over, figuring this guy is on some penis game. Bleh.

He scoots over in front of me again. Slows down. (there is like NOONE on the road, btw)


I just ignore him, but I do realize he has a brand new car without plates, but the dealer plate says Redlands Toyota, it's a brick red corolla, still as the sticker in the front window.

I ignore him for the 3 miles needed tog et to my exit, chatting with Col. Then the bastard tries pushing me off the road. I pull out my phone and pretend to take pictures. I didn't because I was 1) on the phone, b) being harassed by a guy in a car with no identifiable marks.

I then scoot over and get off at Madison.

Fucker follows me off the freeway, and into the same turn lane. And keeps following me, off Mad onto Magnolia, Off Magnolia onto Jefferson.

By now, I have figured out he fucker want to confront me when I stop....so I head up Jefferson instead of to home and turn on Lincoln, and a nice short left...

Into the CHP parking lot.

Needless to say, fucker did NOT follow me.

I went inside and gave them all the info they needed. Couldn't "make a report" because I had no way of ID'ing the car or the guy (shorter, 35-45, white or Light Latino, Shaved head, big mustache, Tinted car windows on a FUCKING brand new car??? how much more do you need...hell I have a DEALER name...can't they backtrack by calling the dealer???)


Anyway, while the Chip said I was possibly one of the smartest women on the planet for pulling into a CHP office, they can't help me with out any more info.

Now what?