On the way home from Fircrest Market, about 3:30 today (Friday), I stopped at the end of Lynch Road to turn right on Pleasant Hill. Two cars were coming from my left, and the first one was slowing and signaling for a turn onto Lynch, so I figured I could turn right. Wrong. The second guy, who was a pickup towing a small white box-trailer, wanted to keep on at 50mph and blared mightily, even though I was accelerating fast enough to give him plenty of distance. He blared some more, so I flashed my right blinker and pulled over to give him freedom to pass. So the mighty SOB deliberately clipped my left rear fender in thanks, leaving a grapefruit-sized ding, and peeled off with even more speed. I was too astonished to try to get his license number.
Gentlefolk, I have repeatedly been cussed out on Pleasant Hill just for slowing down enough to make the turn into our driveway, but this takes the cake. I pulled over to let the alpha dog know I was submitting to his need for speed, but he needed more. If you know any of these poor soul-deprived pissed-off guys, please do something nice for them, and maybe they won't have such a hard-on for violence.
Elizabeth Fuller



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