A good old-fashioned car (truck) chase makes me glad to be alive all over again.

After running a few errands last night I found myself boxed in between a small slow moving scion (in front) and a large quadcab truck similar to mine (behind me and looking drunk or angry).  Since we were on an unlit two-lane “no passing” curved road at 1:00am I figured the guy behind me was drunk and I kept an eye on him in the mirror because he kept speeding up to nearly kiss my tailgait and then slow a bit and start all over again.  Once we were clear of the posts that divided the two sides of the road and the crazy truck behind me was now at a constant kiss of my bumper (too dark to see the face but it was very close in my mirror).  I decided to rekindle my early 20’s experiences of a few high speed chases I’d been involved in where I was not the driver and had no control over the situation.  The second I was clear of the rails/post dividers I floored it over the double line and around the little slow moving Scion in front of me while testing the driver behind.  I’m not sure if this truck person was really following me for some reason or was just a liquored up asshole who decided to take the bait but he floored it right after me.  So now I’m a little scared but a lot excited.  I sped up around more traffic in the dark and ran a red light and of course so did my challenger.  I waited for him to get under the freeway overpass where concrete divides the two directions of traffic and I slammed on the brakes till I was down to 50mph so that I could “flip a bitch” (uturn) without flipping my truck and sped off through another red light to get on the freeway onramp.  I could see a large Silverado or Ram truck coming up the onramp and decided I better plan on that being my persuer.  Now I’m going 110mph and my tie rods are yelping and bucking for their dear lives so I have to say I was not only surprised but also thankful that I actually had fellow drivers on the freeway that actually know the “yield to the right of way of faster traffic” in the fast lane.  They all moved right over when I was coming up behind.  I was way ahead of the other traffic now but still wasn’t taking any chances so I cut the lights on the offramp and drove around the first block that way to stay out of sight if someone was looking for another vehicle on the dark deserted street that goes to my neighborhood.  I ended up doing a couple figure eights around a couple blocks and when I felt there wasn’t anyone on my tail I went home.  Then I started feeling all giddy because I’m still addicted to adrenaline and had a great time.  I also kept in mind the whole time that if I got pulled over I had a really good excuse to drive like a stuntwoman.  Now don’t get all pissy with me and send me emails about safety and other people at risk in my path.  If my children were with me I would have shit a brick in fear for their lives but at the same time it’s the hesitation that hurts us.  I am not a willing victim most of the time.  We all should have the right to stand up for ourselves.  I’d rather get in trouble with the law for defending myself than to be “saved by the officers” right before I was beaten nearly to death. Oh, and in case you figured as much, I teach my children that it’s OK to fight back even if you know you’re going to be suspended.  Our nation is raising legions of pussies now because everyone is afraid to get punished for fighting for themselves or a cause they believe fiercely in.  I may get the crap beat out of me some day but I will stand up and fight as long as I can before I go down.