Something happens when a motorist slides behind the wheel of a car. The primal instinct takes over. The law comes to a new low, with survival of the fittest. It peaks during certain times of day.
Rush-hour traffic is a jungle. Road rage flares with traffic jams, congestion, and bottlenecks. Drivers get dangerous. As I ease my RAV4 down the freeway, an 18-wheeler rides my bumper. Drivers get risky. A jeep honks, cuts in front of me, and slows down. Drivers get wild. Peering out my window, I see one motorist screaming at another for stealing his parking space. As I approach my office building, I step out of the car. I take a deep breath, centering myself. At last, I’m back in civilization.
How to survive this daily jungle is a matter of preference, depending on the motorist. I can’t totally avoid the advances of aggressive motorists, except to be on the defense, slow down, and be aware of my surroundings. Otherwise, consequences can be deadly. I avoid getting tangled up in the maze of cars in the primeval forest of the city. With practice, I become at home in the jungle.