I have lived in the San Antonio area all my life, in that time I have learned not to use my horn, ever.....chest pumping road rage is not a good idea in S.A. I think you were lucky to have had an incident with a LEO, and not a cartel or Mexican mafia member. Glad to see that everyone is OK.
Glad everyone is ok. you need to push this, he may already be on the bubble for other actions like this and needs to be weeded out. I can assure you if it was reversed, you would no longer be a CHL holder, the cops would have stripped you of that at the scene and quite possibly your sidearm. He should be held in at least the same standard if not higher due to his position, after all, he is suppose to be the trained proffesional!
A civilian would have been arrested for doing what he did. I know this because I know a guy that got arrested for doing the same thing. But then again he was not a cop and that does make a difference sometimes!
I have lived in the San Antonio area all my life, in that time I have learned not to use my horn, ever.....chest pumping road rage is not a good idea in S.A. I think you were lucky to have had an incident with a LEO, and not a cartel or Mexican mafia member. Glad to see that everyone is OK.
It's not just the "cartel" types...
I experienced my first road rage indecent here just about 5 months ago, and this was just your average Joe, driving a large F250 with ag plates.
Wife and I were returning to Boerne from the Rim, just as we we passing the Dominion, the entire right lane was filled with the usual, car, car, van, 18 wheeler, car, car, truck, 18 wheeler spread out in various following lengths. I noticed a few up ahead slowing to exit a Leon Springs, so I checked the mirror, left lane clear and off I go... I'm traveling in the "fast" lane with another car in front of me as we are both waiting to overtake this line of traffic... like "normal"
All of a sudden, literally out of nowhere, I look in my mirror and there's a maroon truck barreling down on my tailgate...as if I have anywhere to move to at this point... I'm doing 72ish already.
I notice this wingnut with a double handful of steering wheel, jerking it and himself back n forth in a fit... by now He's close enough to my tailgate I can't even see his front bumper or half his grill.
Now, my wife is starting to flip out..."let him over!!!"... Me: exactly where the **** would you like me to pull into...maybe under the trailer of the 18 wheeler next to us!!?"
So, I hold tight, knowing I only have about 3 vehicles to get by, not to mention the SUV in front of me. Maybe 30 seconds later, the car in front of me yields to right without enough room for me to slip in behind it an the 18 wheeler leading this line, so I take another 5 or so seconds to get around IT, then I signal and start to pull right... all the while this fuming, jackleg is still drafting me....
So.... I get right, and yes I give him the same ***?!?! look you mentioned. At this point, He erupts, flailing his arm at me, while leaning across his seat like he was trying to climb out his passenger side window. Then he did something that in my opinion should have gotten his *** shot.
He starts jerking his steering wheel into me and hitting his brakes, with his door just ahead of the front of my truck, coming within inches of making contact... 3 or 4 different times... wife freaking out... I'm hollering at her to call the cops while trying to maintain not hitting him or getting hit, steering off the shoulder and now realizing I also have this line of cars/trucks about to slam into me and or each other...
Once he has "showed me who's boss", and nearly caused a major pile up, he speeds off... wife screaming at me to just let it go!! I start to take off after him if for no other reason than to just get his license plate info... before I can get back up to speed, I check rear mirror and see one the 18W tuck drivers who had been a few lengths behind me, signal left, black smoke coming from both stacks... HE's going after this clown
He goes by me, gives me a thumbs up and a palm as if to say "I got this"
So I stay back with the rest of the group and watch this guy catch up to the maniac and stay right on his tail... hoping full well he's giving a description and plate info to a Trooper via radio.
I followed along until it was time for our exit... still jacked up from the adrenaline rush, most of which from my wife screaming and hollering...at ME!!
Lose 30 lbs. Start wearing suits and ties. Shave & brush your teeth every day. Sell your Burb and get a Toyota Tercel. Attend Civic functions. No more beer, only wine and martinis now. Start reading books. Join a country club and play tennis and golf often. Get rid of all your hunting & fishing gear.
This incident today has caused you to lose your identity as a Redneck and the new life you now have been forced to live goes against your ancestors teachings that have passed down for centuries. In fear for your life (Police Brutality/Family contract killing) living as a Redneck was no longer possible. The new identity you now have morphed into has caused you to lose all contact with your family and friends. Your soul is lost and you no longer want to keep on living. You feel dead inside.
And if you get your lawyer to demand a change of venue to Vidor, TX go ahead and start spending the money.
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