There was a good inch or two of snow on the ground when I got up this morning and the plows must have been caught napping, because the roads, even the Interstates, were not clear. My drive to the parking lot is slow and there's accidents all over the place, but my bike commute route doesn't have tons of traffic and these conditions aren't that out of the ordinary, so I pull into the CVNP parking lot, pull the bike off and start the last leg to work, as usual.
After about two miles, a car comes up from behind, slows as he passes me, then, for some stupid reason, hits the gas and accelerates as he attempts to merge back into the lane in front of me. He starts fish-tailing around, does a complete 180, then slides off the road, down a slight embankment and ends up with his passenger side crashed against a tree.
Of course I stop to see if he's alright...man this guy is PISSED! He rushes me and trys to take a swing, but telegraphed enough that I easily side-stepped and tripped him flat on his face. I planted my knee into his spine, grabbed the hair on the back of his head and told him "Cool off man, I don't want to crack you before I call the cops." This guy is cursing up a storm as he is screaming that it's all MY fault that he crashed his car! I'm like WTF, did I use some evil telepathy to force you to drive like an idiot? This guy continues to struggle and curse, not wanting to hear a word I said, but luckily a few other drivers stopped to see what was going on and I was finally able to let the guy up.
Then the cops come...well actually park ranger who I've seen around and talked to a few times. He talks to the other guy first, then comes to me and tells me that this guy is claiming that I purposely ran him off the road and then assaulted him. WTF? I explained to the ranger what happened, also sarcastically adding that 'yeah right, I ran that big ole car off the road with my bicycle - wanna buy this watch?'. The ranger grinned, told me that the other guy seemed like a hot-headed jerk, took my statement and let me go on my way. But, knowing how this **** works, I'm expecting some cop to show up with a summons or worse sooner or later. I don't think any of the other drivers witnessed the accident or when he rushed me, so if the bonehead decides to stick to his BS, I've probably got trouble down the road.
As I continued my ride to work, the same ranger comes flying (relatively) up behind me with lights and siren, and my first thought is 'f__k, I'm going to jail'. But he just passes me and a few miles ahead I find out why - a car sitting upside down on the railroad tracks that run parallel to the road, top smashed in pretty good. WTF can't people learn the slow the fruck down?