Coming Home From The Track

Years ago, my friends and I used to go race our cars at a ‘local’ racetrack. On our way home, we would usually form a convoy of up to nine cars, all following each other and sometimes having fun going for short races when the lanes opened-up.

About 20 minutes away from town, a douchebag driver decides to weave in and out of traffic and cutting people off, some of which were drivers from my group.

We gave each other the heads up, waited for the guy to get into the middle lane on the freeway and proceeded to box him in. Since this was a major freeway with at least three lanes, we managed to box him in with eight cars – three up front, one on each side and three behind.

Then we all slowed down to less than 35mph and drove that speed for about 10min.

He was rightly pissed. We let him go after we got bored toying with him.