Road RageLast week I had to stop a guy attacking another one in the middle of the road - one had run the lights whilst on the phone and the other had objected. I actually had to take the attacker's car keys out of their car and tell him he wasn't getting them back till he calmed down.
Looking back on it, I was lucky I was feeling all parental and in control or the situation could have panned out very differently.
Have you lost it on the roads, or have you been on the recieving end of some nutter?
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chthonic, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
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This here's a convoooooyAnyone who knows the A14 knows it's where fuckwitted lorry drivers inch past one another, creating tailbacks miles long, simply because one of them is doing 56mph and the other is doing 57mph.
Now once-upon-a-time it was explained to me that it's because once they reach top speed (which should be limited to 56mph), should they ease off the accelerator, it takes a loooooong time to get back up to speed, making a hell of a difference when they are putting on hundreds of miles in a day. Cock-a-doodle-do, I couldn't really give a shit about that, I just find it frustrating when I'm stuck behind them.
So, this particular day, I'm heading down the A14 trying to get to an appointment, when I become trapped behind one of these knob-ends. When he finally cleared the other lorry and pulled back in, I passed him and gave him the usual tic-tac. Looking down, he clearly didn't care, and flicked the V's.
Furious, I pulled in front of him, and took my foot off the gas. As he approached and thought he'd overtake, I pulled out into the outside lane. And back again. Ha! And so we danced.
By now we were at the bottom of a hill and slowed right down to 20mph. Guess who was furious now, lights flashing and horn blaring! I gave him a cheery wave and booted it away.
Having the presence of mind to remember the Catthorpe bottleneck, and not wanting to have him leap out of his cab and stuff his Yorkie up my arse, I zipped up the last-but-one exit.
I had enough time to get to the top, stop on the bridge and get out to salute him with my cock as he chugged by underneath. He obviously wanted some of it because he was blowing his horn like a good 'un. I like to think he may have popped a blood-vessel while I drove home in the sunshine, laughing, and not giving a shit about the appointment I'd missed.
(, Tue 17 Oct 2006, 14:53, Reply)
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