When I went down to Cape town this holiday, I had the pleasure of driving behind a slow and miserable looking taxi. Unfortunately this was late at night through the garden route, so I couldn't really do anything except wait for the lane to become a double lane to over take him. Wouldn't you know it, he blocks me off from passing at the double lanes and in return I hoot at him.
He slammed his brakes and so did I, not knowing WTF was going to happen. When we got to a complete stop (heart racing out of my chest), 8 occupants climbed out of the taxi looking ready to cause damage.
With the adrenaline pumping and thinking that this is how I die, I deciding to rip open my car door and climb out to face my foes.
I hardly took two steps before they tucked tail and climbed back in to the taxi, speeding off with screeching tires.
I forgot to take off my seat belt...:twisted: