Anthony Murdock

            It all started when we were driving back from a weekend out in Craig County where we have been staying. We were riding the same road at the same usual time that we do after each visit to Craig County. This time was different. This time it got complicated.

            It was about eight o’clock and it was dark, so naturally the car’s headlights were on. I was trying to sleep in the back because it had been a long day. But this black Toyota pickup truck behind us kept flashing his high beams at us, illuminating our interior until it was difficult to see out the windshield. Hoping he would turn off somewhere, we just slowed down so he would overtake us. He didn’t. So from all the commotion I woke up, looking out the back window trying to figure out what was going on. I saw the black truck and nothing else because the lights were so bright.

            As we went farther down the road my stepdad got more frustrated. All of a sudden the trucks speeds up. Thinking it was trying to go around us, we slowed down. The muddy black pickup truck slammed on the brakes. Its front bumper was a hairs width from hitting the back of our car. My stepdad, Mike got furious and sped back up. Then the truck sped up too. It was almost like they were trying to run us off the side of the mountain or make us crash. “What the hell is he doing?” Mike furiously exclaimed. We pulled up into the city limits and the truck pulled off into a Burger King, but we wanted the truck’s license plate numbers. So we followed it. We pulled in the Burger King right after the big truck. The man in the truck spotted us pulling in with an irritated face like we were the ones doing something wrong. This overweight bald man wearing a red cap jumped out of the truck and bolted towards our car with intentions of angrily confronting us. But before he reached us we got his numbers and sped out of there.

            So we headed home, but realized the truck is still behind us. He had been following us down the road. So we flagged down a police officer and explained to the cop that there was a man recklessly driving and following us. We gave the police women the license plate numbers, but here came the same man in the truck. He pulled up hoped out and told the police officer, “I was trying to apologize.” We knew perfectly well he had no intention of saying sorry.

            The police officer said we had every reason to bring him to court, but considering he had been following us and if we brought him to court he would know our address, we took the safe route and we dropped it. Until this day I still can’t figure out why he did this. Maybe he was trying to impress his wife or friends. Who knows? I’m just glad we haven’t seen him again.