Yikes! I didn't, did I?
Hmm...
Okay. I'm thinking it was either my senior year of high school or abouts... I had just turned onto our street and was driving my little silver '90 Corolla home, with my boyfriend at the time in the passenger seat, when we spotted a large white panel van obviously BARRELING down the street headed towards us. Now, I live on a residential, 30-mph side street without sidewalks... each side of the road has some degree of a ditch to it, and THIS particular part of street had *very* deep ditches - like ROLLOVER IN YOUR CAR - type ditches. Well, anyways...
I slowed the car down a bit, and pulled as far over to the right side of the street as possible without tumbling us into someone's front yard... and the van kept getting closer. I was terrified, because he was in the very *center* of the pretty narrow road, and did NOT look to be letting off the gas OR moving back over to his side. In fact, he got a bit closer, and inched FURTHER into heading *directly* for my car! I stopped the car & froze, not knowing whether to risk actually getting OUT of the car or just sitting there, hoping the manic would finally realize, WOW! I'm driving like a lunatic!!
As the van approached, the driver leaned his head out the window and started laughing rather maniacally... the driver was dressed as a clown. He barrelled towards the front of my little car, swerving at the *last possible second* before flying past us, STILL laughing the entire time.
I was MORTIFIED. I couldn't even drive the last block and a half to my house, so I had to let the BF drive the rest of the way. I was, obviously, SOBBING... because even BEFORE THEN, I had been rather terrified of clowns.
As for the creepy clown driver on 295... that's another story for another night. Heh.
