Road Rage: 8.0 on the Snapping Scale

I'm heading back to my hometown for Thanksgiving when I suddenly encounter a torrential downpour just as I enter the highway. I look up and notice the overhead signboards are flashing warnings signaling a level-17 typhoon is approaching.Suddenly, a black Land Rover veers aggressively from behind me, cutting into the gap between me and another car less than three feet from my bumper.I slam down on the brake pedal, but the car still surges forward since the road is slippery from the rain. I immediately break into a cold sweat after seeing the proximity of our cars.I honk frantically, trying to warn the driver to keep their distance. Yet, instead of accelerating, the driver deliberately brake-checks me, driving with pure malice.I immediately hit the brake pedal, but the car continues to shoot forward without responding. I feel a rush of terror, and I aggressively maneuver to evade the driver as the car ahead looms closer. My car skids violently on the wet road, spinning out and almost flipping. My daughter, Heather Lowe, hits the passenger door hard and instantly begins to wail inconsolably. I can't afford to check on her condition; all I can do is clutch the steering wheel with all my might, attempting to steady the car.Yet, the Land Rover reappears, performing the same dangerous maneuver right in front of me.