We were driving in sub-urban traffic towards Bournemouth. It was just over two miles from the town centre and the traffic, while not heavy, was continuous.
But the big ‘off-road’ vehicle wasn’t going to wait in the queue (or ‘line’ in American). In the rear-view mirror I’d noticed it leapfrogging in the traffic and now it jumped the line and forced itself into the lane I was in, about 6 or 8 vehicles ahead. At the next roundabout it did the same. And at the next. After that I lost sight of it.
I was too engrossed in conversation to pay much attention and only recognised what it had been doing when chatting about it later. (OK! So there might have been a little initial ‘niggle’ as it roared past, wheels nearly as high as my car, and forced itself in ahead of me. But I’ve done some work on my hot buttons so I didn’t get hooked, at least not this time.
‘Road Rage': a loser’s game
Yes, it was bad driving. Yes, it was inconsiderate. Yes, the male driver was likely provoking lots of people with his inconsiderate behaviour. Yes, something should be done about drivers like that. And so on.
But no, I wasn’t going to get involved – there are too many such drivers and nothing will change them or teach them a lesson or stop them behaving like they do.
I don’t like the term ‘road rage’ because it gives a certain status to what is merely a group of anger-triggers. If I am not able to control my anger that’s socially unacceptable.
But if I ‘suffer from road rage’ that’s different. Now, because it’s featured so much in the media, it has recognisability, respectability and is almost something to boast about in the pub. However, precisely because it has recognisability I’ll use the term in this article: so much for sticking to one’s principles : )
The mechanics of road rage
Let’s look at the mechanics of what occurs.
Someone cuts in in front of us. Or pulls out into our lane. Or tailgates. Or drives too fast. Or drives too slowly. And we get angry with them. Not with their car, that’s just an inanimate object. Now with them personally (at least in the beginning) because they’re still total strangers; we haven’t yet formed a relationship with them.
What we usually get angry with is their attitude toward us. Or, to be more exact, what we think that their behaviour indicates about what they think of us – or don’t think of us. (Yes, that’s a complicated one). They don’t like me. They do not show me consideration. They feel superior towards me (they have a bigger, faster, more expensive, newer, etc. vehicle). How dare be so careless as to endanger my life!
And so on. Our list of possible interpretations of their behaviour is endless.
Now that we have decided that we can magically determine, not just their thoughts and emotions, but their actual intentions it’s time we begin to have a relationship with the other driver.
This may begin with imagined mental or out-loud conversations with them. Then try to get a look at them. Here it works a treat if we can find evidence to support our prejudices.
There! See! Another b****** m/woman/black/white/brown/young/whatever!/driver!’ Now, righteousness rules! We have a double reason for getting angry with them. They’re the wrong sex or colour or race or shape. AND they have decided to personally insult or endanger us.
By now the red mist has descended. It’s time to show them a thing or two! We hammer on the horn and, to further engage them we display appropriate facial expressions and gestures. And, as our feelings escalate, we match their driving style, drive too fast or too close and, in general, make complete fools of ourselves!
Guess what? When you are involved in so-called road-rage you may be physically in the driving seat – but the other person is driving your emotions. You’re now a victim of their behaviour. And for a period of time they are managing your adrenaline levels, your heart rate, your mental stability and peace of mind. In some cases this can last for hours – even to the point of it keeping people awake at night while they re-run how they could have got even with the other b******.
Sad, isn’t it.
A fact or two
Let’s face it. You cannot win them all. You cannot teach the millions of other drivers to drive properly (do you drive properly, all of the time?) You cannot change the emotions of other people. And you are quite powerless to do anything about the driving style of other people.
Yep. You are powerless! This may stick in the throat a bit. But it’s the reality. So either stop using the roads or start developing a better strategy for responding to how some idiots drive – and there are a lot of really poor drivers about, no question about it.
Consider the alternatives to taking charge of your anger responses while driving:
You end up in court on an assault charge
You get beaten up, or worse, when you take on a driver who is bigger than you
You damage your car
You damage their car and have to pay the damages
You endanger your passengers
You endanger yourself
You endanger other, quite uninvolved, road users
You destroy your own peace of mind
You allow someone else to influence your mood.
(This is not a complete list – see how many you can add…)
3 tips for responding on the road
Goal: Select your goal. How do you want each trip to be? How do you want to be driving. How long do you estimate your journey will take? How will you respond to traffic delays? How will you respond to idiotic drivers? How do you want your emotions to be during this trip? Create a complete scenario for how you want the trip to be. Then determine to stick to your outcome and not be deflected by the behaviour of others.
Downside: Remind yourself of the potential down-sides of getting hooked into an ‘anger loop’ by another road user.
It’s not personal! Remind yourself of the fact that idiotic drivers are probably quite unaware of you. It’s not personal – it’s pretty likely they drive like that all the time!
Not a long list – nor a complete one. Just something to get you started. So how about using this 3-step strategy for a week as a trial…
So what about the impatient driver?
What about that inconsiderate driver who was heading for Bournemouth? The one who could have, but didn’t, press my buttons?
Well, we arrived in central Bournemouth 5 or 6 minutes later, having driven at an almost sedate pace, having been delayed at a number of junctions, having kept a safe distance from the vehicle in front, and having enjoyed good conversation. At the final roundabout before entering town the vehicle in front of the car in front of me was… yes, the ‘off road’ vehicle.
He’d gained nothing by his behaviour other than, perhaps, a feeling of superiority.
And he probably needed lots of that.