It Started With Road Rage And Ended With Fireball And A Broken Rubber

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Jakob: "At first I was afraid, I was petrified."Let's just begin by saying this was a day for the history books.My kids and I were so excited to help with swap meet and fundraiser, but it seemed we would never get there. It was one catastrophe after another.My daughter's car appears to be possessed by demons of over dosed junkies, hearing my producer's text tone sends the fear of God into me, and crazed, teenaged drivers drove me over the edge.I first noticed the silver Honda Acura when it was hot on my tail. Suddenly, the pimple faced freak felt cocky enough to attempt to pass me on the left shoulder, while I was in the fast lane, which was straight and free of traffic for as far as I could see.I looked over at him, and he was obviously trying to show, what ever it was in the car with him, he could out run my Mercedes.I looked over and said, "you wanna play games, I can play games," and then shit hit the fan.He tried to pass me by moving off of the shoulder and into my lane. . . .

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