Victim of Road Rage

Hey, what is it about me and driving??? I was on my way to netball practice yesterday with my two girls and the music was on we were singing and listening to CB in the backseat chattering away and I go to over take a car, but in our Daewoo there is a blind spot and I didn't totally turn my head. In my side mirror I saw a car so I quickly went back into the lane I was in, expecting that car to overtake me instead I see him tailgateing me.

I start to freak out because I can see this falcon and a guy with a cap on and a dog in the back sitting on my tail. He's MAD...he then trys to run me off the road (meanwhile I'm trying to act normal for the girls) my legs and whole body begin to shake with fear and I'm praying, boy am I praying "God please let this lunatic go away" the next thing we are stopped at the lights and he gets out of the car - I say quickly to the girls - quick lock the doors - he wants me to get out and I said "Sorry don't talk to crazy people" he gets back into his car and then gets in front of me this time my eldest JJ says "what did that man want" and what is he doing???

Keep driving I say keep driving as I know I will soon be at the netball courts and there will be 8 girls from work waiting. We make it to the netball courts and crazy man parks me in. I get out of the car and he heads towards me and the next thing my friend who is a TALL dark Islander girl gets out of her car. The guy sees my friend and seems to calm down unexpectedly and then tried to say I crashed his car and tried to point out one of the many millions of scratches on my car (oops sorry hubby) that was where I hit his car.

If I was driving down the Smith street motorway doing 100 (alright 110 clicks) and I hit his car I'm sure it would be much more than a scratch. Get to the point...Ok if I'm going to have someone stalk me and be a "road rage driver" he could have been a younger guy with tatts and no teeth - instead he is and old man and stutters "i i i i i i i'm go go going to re re re report yo yo you to to to to to the po po po po lice". I walked away and said "whatever" trying so hard not to collapse to the ground after being a VICTIM OF ROAD RAGE.