Yesterday a man in a Range Rover clipped my wing mirror trying to overtake me joining the motorway on a slip road where it was too narrow and then had the audacity to start shouting at me/beeping his horn and demanding I pull over. My wing mirror didn’t even turn so there was obviously no damage.
So I carried on driving because i was a lone woman on a motorway in roadworks and I was legitimately terrified. He kept trying to force me to pull over, boxing me in, cutting me up, etc. It was actually horrendous.
Eventually he sped off but wtf man! I reported it to the police but because I didn’t get his number plate they weren’t too bothered but I’ve logged it anyway. I’m just so on edge I didn’t stop for an “accident” and I’ll be the one to get in trouble even though he was clearly the person in the wrong with how he was driving.
I hate men in big cars that literally think they own the road, if his car had actually hit my car with any force my dinky fiat 500 would be written off.
I just can’t stop worrying about it.