Down the motorway, but very rarely over 40ish. Although I have made some stupid high speed splitting manoeuvres lately, the sort I normally scoff at and call "suicidal'. But those bloody right lane hoggers keeping speed with inside lane cages really pi$$es me off. Stupid I know.
I also split at traffic lights, if the queue is quite long. Otherwise I tend to wait.
About 3 months ago I had a brown trouser moment at some traffic lights. I filtered to the front in between a couple of 4 x fuckwits. As the light turned red the fuckwit on my right accelerated hard, obviously either trying to race me or being pi$$ed that I'd split between him and his 4 x fuckwit bumchum. With wheels screeching he accelerated off really hard and caught my knee in the process, just before I realised what the count (sounds like) was up to. I just opened up the Bird a little and soon got as far away from the burgerforker post haste. It didn't hurt, but it shook me up a bit. I'm not sure whether I wobbled slightly when getting away or the prick swerved and hit me. It all happened all so fast.
He was a builder, his name and number written on the site of his prick mobile. I remembered his name and looked up his address in the Yellow pages. I drove past his house about a month ago and there was his wagon sitting there in his drive. Good things come to those who wait....... quite possibly maybe.



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while crankin cypress hill "pigs"
) and articulate while epressing how i feel but still managed to land me a $40 tikit for parking on the footpath HAHAHA
will (75% of th time ) pull over a lil and let me pass whlie a dirty Commadore
will a) be totaly oblivious or b) (60-70% of th time) be a c**t and move into my path just to piss me off



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