I actually had someone follow me all the way home, it was pretty fu**ing scary. This was when I had my old Chevy Cavalier wagon too. I was driving down 12th St. in Erie, PA (A major street in our town) at night and this guy in this blue van is on my ass the whole time. I go into the turning lane to go home, turning right, and it's a "No Turn On Red" lane. I'm waiting to turn, and this guy keeps honking his horn at me and flashing his lights, and that light's still red! I roll down my window and give him the finger, and yell "No turn on red, a$$hole!" Well, the light turns green, and he's STILL on my ass. I turn left down the next road, about a mile until my house, and he's STILL on me. I go onto my street and decide that I don't want to let this guy know where I live, and double back.
Here's where it gets fun.
He keeps on me, and then goes (I had thought) to pass me, but ends up right next to me...and it's only a two lane street! (He's in the opposing traffic lane). Him and two other guys are yelling at me, being total jackasses, and swerving into my car! At this point I was about ready to need another pair of Scooby Doo underoos, so I did the only thing I could think of; I slammed on the brakes. They went flying past me, and I turned into a parking lot. They turned around, went after me, and I drove back onto 12th Street to the highway (I-79). They're STILL on me, and I was going at least 80 in that wagon (The top speed is only 85 too!). I turn off the highway onto 26th street and turn into a BK parking lot, figuring if they're going to do something, I'd let them do it where they'd be seen. I stop, let them pull up to me, roll down my window, and yell "Why the hell are you following me!" Then I hear the driver say "Captain Ron!" (my nickname from high school).
Turns out it was my buddy back from Basic Training in the army!
We always have a good kick out of remembering that story
