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Rage On The Streets
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I never thought anything like this would happen to
me...
Always concerned to do my civic duty,
I sometimes take it on myself to bug the police in the local koban with
license numbers and tales of dangerous things I witness on the
road. To date, I've reported everything from super hot
high beams, to a guy messing with a rifle
outside a local school. I wonder what they do with this
information, as I usually just get a polite smile and
an offer to set me up with one of the single officers.
I have always been an anonymous observer... until tonight that is.
Caught up in the usual
back and forth with drivers sporting attitude
on my way to Ujina I got annoyed at how close a truck pulled up behind me
at a red light.
I decided to show my displeasure
by pausing for a few seconds before moving on when the
light turned green. I see this ploy as a way of hinting
at my irritation while remaining ambiguous about whether
it is on purpose or not. On this occasion, however, I
did get the impression that this
driver understood the message as he leant
on his horn for quite a long time even after I moved
forward.
Before we hit the next light (about 100 feet from the
first light)
the truck swerved into the lane to my right and
slowly came past and made a slow but determined
cut left into my front right bumper.
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It was at this point that I decided to pull over
and put my hazards on to indicate (in my mind I thought this was a clear message)
that he had won round two of the battle, my round one victory could be seen as the block at the first light.
According to my Japanese friend, putting on my hazards
at this point could have been interpreted as aggressive, but I still don't quite see it that way.
Unfortunately, the truck then turned in the same direction
I needed to go.
I tried to maintain a safe distance behind him on the
narrow two lane road, as
I scribbled down his license number on the back of an
old receipt.
It was then that I realized that he was moving
his truck across across both lanes, completely
blocking me and the other drivers from passing.
With a car behind, and two on the side I was like a fish in a barrel
as the driver got out and came strutting over in his dull yellow
construction outfit.
Nani shiteirun daroo ka? he yelled (which roughly
translates as "What the fuck are you doing?")
I flipped my hand right back at him and parroted it right back
to him in Japanese. At this, he lunged forward,
reached through my car window, and smacked me across
my face.
Had I been a sensible girl, it was at this point
that I would have bowed my head and rolled up the
windows apologizing until he went away, but
that was the last thing I felt like doing.
Instead I held up the receipt with his license
number written on it and taunted him a little
saying Wakatta yo!" to say "I got your number pal!"
Funnily enough, this made him even more furious and
he frantically grabbed at the paper
while I rolled up the window. Then he seemed
confused and started walking away,
but soon turned on his heels and tried for my door
and started banging on the windows.
Thank god for automatic locks on the doors because
he was running around trying all of them.
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It was at this point that I realized that I needed to get
the heck out of there. I tried backing up but
the idiot behind me was enjoying the show too
much to give me an inch. So, I revved a few
times in warning, while wildly executing the
international sign for, "Get out of my freakin'
way!"
All I got in reply was a pathetic "Eh?"
look, so... I bumped him. Then this
middle-aged numbskull - keep in mind that there is a
screaming madman running
around banging on my car - gets out of his
car and taps on my window.
I'm treated to a sympathetic grin while he gestures
that I've hit him, and that he wants me
to come out and talk.
Then the most unbelievable thing happens, the irate
truck driver and the annoyed dimwit start to discuss
how I should speak better Japanese and join forces
tapping, thumping my window, and trying to get me to come out with my license... yeah, right!
The drama ends when I whip out my phone
and dial the ambulance (I meant to call the police but
could only remember 119) which sends the truck driver
back to his cab and screeching out of my life.
Bringing out the phone also sent the dimwit packing
who didn't hang around to annoy me any longer.
The end of this story is no less frustrating as
after I explain my story in broken panicked Japanese
to the listener of my 119 call, he politely informs me
that I need to dial 110 for the police.
Although he was polite enough, it really hit home that this
was yet one more person who was not willing to
help.
As my finger poised over the final number to connect to the police I hesitated while thoughts raced through my head and finally let my finger fall on the hang-up button instead as I thought
"Who the heck is going to believe a foreign woman driver with no witnesses?"
Being actively involved made me feel torn as to what to do without leaving myself open to a more intense meeting if I ever run into those same drivers again. I did feel willing to take that chance and called a female friend of mine who works for the police. Her advice unfortunately ran parralel with my fears, she stated that although what the drivers did was wrong, without corroboration to my story, there is little chance of anyone but me getting in trouble.
I hate where this story leaves me as a victim unable to fight back. The only preventative help I can think of is keeping a video camera in the car with me to be my witness should it ever happen again.
Even though that would be the best way to capture what happened, I hope you never get to see my footage on a future program of "Crime Watch."
Road Rage in Japan
I found the following stories by doing searches on the web about Road Rage, I hope you find them interesting:
In Tokyo last year (2000), a cyclist was run down by a delivery driver because every time he passed the driver at a light he rubbed his "passing" in by tapping on the driver's window. The driver got so agitated that he "eventually lost his temper with the man and had no option but to hurt him" Annanova
Japan's Ichihara Prison (Tokyo) was founded in 1969 to punish dangerously irresponsible drivers, such as those guilty of vehicular homicide, drunk driving, fleeing the scene of an accident and other crimes.
Nevertheless, a movement supporting the rights of auto-accident victims is criticizing the prison and police as being too lenient and failing to convict enough of the dangerous drivers on Japanese roads. The number of criminals prosecuted in fatal traffic accidents in Japan dropped from nearly 80% in the early 1970s to less than 20% in 1995.
Helpful Advice
Mark Pepper writes the following tips on www.drivers.com.
- Don't take traffic problems personally
- Avoid eye contact with an aggressive driver
- Don't make obscene gestures
- Don't tailgate, tap on your brakes, use your horn, flash your lights, or block the passing lane.
Click here to
discuss this article and anger management on the HiroshimaGab
JJW 07/2001(update 4/06)
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