When I think of car chases I think of Steve McQueen in ‘Bullitt’, or the Aston Martin DBS in the most recent James Bond movies–I do not think of my drive home from work. Well that all changed a few nights ago when I had a run-in with a seriously unstable driver.
Let’s set the scene: it all started when the Jetta driver was lined up on the right side of the lane at a light, and I assumed he was turning right (like the five other cars in front and behind him). I was on the left planning to go straight which is kind of the unofficial rule of this intersection. When the light turned green both of us ended up trying to go straight and so technically you can say I cut him off–I’ll admit that and I even gestured out of my window in an attempt to apologize.
Well my apology was not good enough (or he thought I gave him the finger) and he decides he wants to ride my tail for a good mile or so. And since tailgating is one of my pet peeves I decide a light tap of the brakes would let him know to back off a bit. Nope. He is having a little trouble understanding my point and in fact I think this is about the time he loses it. Let the chase begin…

Turn-by-turn recap of the Thursday night chase. Click to see full-size view.
I downshift the 350Z into second, make a left at Turn 1 and give a healthy dose of the gas. I am getting the feeling that this guy might be crazy enough to follow me. Approaching Turn 2 I ease off a bit only to see that the Jetta approaching in my rear view mirror.
Hmm…coincidence? Maybe he also lives in the area but not wanting to take any chances I bypass my place and floor it towards Turn 3 which is a red traffic light. I know that if I turn right and he follows he is in fact tailing me. I make a complete stop, check for cars coming on the left and peel out from the intersection. The 350Z’s traction control is blinking away as I power shift into second.
Did he also make a right?
You bet. He can not accelerate as quickly but I am trying to keep my top speed down as much as possible. The last thing I need is to get pulled over. I approach a red light at Turn 4 but other cars are waiting to make the super-sharp right turn. I can’t come to a complete stop or trap myself in traffic because who knows what this person might do! So things get a little interesting…

No choice but to cut through the gas station and bypass the red light!
I creep into the Exxon gas station and check in my rear view mirror as the Jetta catches up again. My goal is to keep moving even if it means 5 mph through the gas station.
But I also know the gas station has another entrance/exit on the other side of the lot so I get the straightest line possible and fly out of the gas station at full throttle. There is a nice long straightaway approaching the original Turn 1. Only one problem though…
More traffic. Did you ever watch one of those chase scenes in a movie and think, “why can’t the faster car just outrun the cops?” Well now I know why. Every time I left the Jetta in the dust I would run into an obstacle.
I take Turn 5 (Turn 1 from the other direction) with more speed and fly into Turn 2 thinking to myself, “how is this going to end? How many times is this person going to chase me around this loop?” I did not want to drive recklessly but I was not shaking this insane driver…
Approaching the original Turn 3 the light is green this time. I put on my right turn signal as if I am going to head towards the gas station corner again. At the last minute I go straight instead and floor it into Turn 6. As I blast through a closed industrial park I can not believe I am in an actual car chase. This is ridiculous and I have had enough. I stop at the end of the road. I don’t turn left or right–my own road rage has kicked in. In the red glow of my brake lights I see the face of a young punk in a beanie cap pulling up behind me.
I open my door and motion for him to come over. At this point if he has the guts to get out of the car I am going to do one of two things: confront him then and there OR wait till he’s close to the car and take off.
But he throws me off and drives up next to me instead. I look to my left, roll my window down and ask, “how many laps do you want to do?” I figure maybe a little humor can diffuse things.
He starts laughing and goes on to say that no one has beaten up on his Jetta like that before. I ask him what engine he has, to which he replies “2.0 TFSI” and then he asks about the 350Z.
The whole time I am thinking it’s some road-raged old man with a gun chasing me and it ends up being some VW fan boy (no offense Mike and Eugene) out for some fun.
I apologize for cutting him off earlier and he apologizes for not knowing the area well, hence the mix up at the first intersection. I tell him I was afraid he was insane and that’s why I kept trying to lose him. He replies, “well I am a little crazy and I was pissed when you brake checked me back there but now I am just laughing.” We continue to laugh about cutting through the gas station and the turn signal fake out that did not work.
In the end, I guess we were cool but the way he admitted to being “a little crazy” left me with a weird feeling. I took the most round-about way home. No room for mistakes when you are dealing with mentally-unstable drivers.
The Takeaway
When being chased by a road-raged driver don’t go directly home–or get stuck in traffic–I guess it would have been best to find a police station. All I have to say is “wow”.
Anyone else been in a similar situation? If so post a comment!
Stories 350z, racing, road rage