About 8 years ago, I was driving, minding my own business, when I noticed a car tailgating me. I was worried that if something happened on the road ahead such that I needed to slow down suddenly, the car behind me would definitely force an accident.
Since the speed limit was 70 kph, and I was driving at slightly less than the limit, I figured I could drive off the road, and be able to stop without any major incident. It was a rough stop, but all went well.
About a week later, I was driving on a country road, about 100 kilometres from Melbourne. Suddenly, a car appeared behind me and started tailgating me. The driver had plenty of opportunities to overtake, but he didn’t appear interested in that.
When I slowed down, he would slow down, and when I accelerated, he would accelerate too. All the time remaining very close behind me. I knew the situation was extremely risky, but there was nothing I could do about it.
After about 30 minutes of constant tailgating, we approached a small town, and the speed limit went down to 50 kph. Ahead of me was a T-junction. I signalled and stopped, waiting for traffic to clear.
Just then, the car tailgating me hit my car from behind.
I went out to check the damage. The tailgating car had hit my tow-bar and got stuck. No dent on my car, but our cars were now joined together.
The people in the tailgating car all came out – 4 men, who looked to be in their twenties or early 30s. From the look on their faces, it was clear that is not what they were expecting i.e. to get stuck.
One of the men run to a nearby store and came back with equipment that they used to disentangle their car from mine. Finally, they managed to separate the cars. My tow-bar was still intact, and my car had zero damage. But their car needed some panel beating.
I drove away. That is the last time I have ever had a tailgating incident. I guess they must have realised tailgating can lead to unintended consequences.
All I have experienced on the road have been very many incidents that seemed like a plan to force me to cause an accident. But they have all failed.
“But the Lord is faithful, and he will strengthen you and protect you from the evil one.” 2 Thessalonians 3:3
Crossing the Nullarbor
In the early days when Mossad started terrorising me, I had no idea who had a problem with me. All I knew was that there were so many bizarre incidents happening, and there was no way that could be said to be normal.
It reached a point that I felt I had to move as far away from my tormentors as possible. That is when I decided to relocate from Melbourne to Perth. However, I didn’t tell anyone I was heading to Perth. I let it be known that I was going to Brisbane briefly, and I would be back.
I even asked my regular mechanic to make sure my car was in excellent condition because I was planning to drive to Brisbane and back.
Brisbane is in Queensland, North-East of Melbourne; while Perth is in Western Australia, to the West of Melbourne.
I made sure my car was fully serviced and in very good condition. On my last day in Melbourne, I filled the petrol tank, and I also carried extra fuel in the boot. I planned to leave early in the morning.
I carried plenty of water that could last me up to 2 weeks if I got lost or my car broke down in the Nullarbor. In addition, I carried some food, so that I wouldn’t have to stop to buy food on the first day of my journey.
I carried enough cash to last me at least a month, so I wouldn’t have to use my credit card for several weeks.
On the morning of the trip, I switched off my phone and laptop, removed the batteries from both, and also removed the phone’s sim card.
My plan was that, unless someone had installed a tracking device on my car, they wouldn’t be able to track me electronically, for a few weeks.
I also knew that, if someone was following me, they would have a disadvantage, because they would not have expected me to drive for 500+ Kilometres without stopping. I figured that anyone following me might need to either refuel, or have a bathroom break, and would thus lose me in the process.
By evening on the day I left Melbourne, I was already in South Australia, past Adelaide.
That first evening, I was surprised to learn that there were many strangers back in Melbourne desperately looking for me, using all manner of excuses to try to find out where I was. That meant that they didn’t have a tracking device on my car.
I could therefore enjoy my drive across the Nullarbor, since I wasn’t being followed nor tracked by anyone.
Four days after I left Melbourne, I was driving along the Great Eastern Highway heading towards Perth. When I was about 300 KM from Perth, I saw a car stopped on the side of the road, facing the opposite direction.
After I passed it, I saw on my rear-view mirror the car make a U-turn, and also headed towards Perth. I don’t know why, but instinct told me to exit the highway at first opportunity.
I knew the car that had made a U-turn couldn’t see me make the exit since it was far behind. The speed limit was 110 KPH, so it would have taken the driver some time to catch up – that is, if he was after me.
Just a precautionary measure.
Anyway, I drove on country roads for about 2 hours before stopping. I was lost. And I couldn’t risk switching on my electronic devices to find out where I was. The only option was to continue driving until I found a deli, petrol station, or some other business, where I would use some excuse to find out where I was.
That is what I did.
I drove around that region of Southern Western Australia for 2 days. Finally, I was ready to head to Perth, at night, approaching the city from the South.
I figured that, if Mossad suspected I had headed to Perth, and had their people looking for my car, they would probably expect me to approach the city from the East.
Mossad only found me in Perth when I switched on my electronic devices. I was already settled, and didn’t need to hide anymore.