Boys and Girls,
Caged home in the airport on Thursday night, as I was driving along the Mangere motorway, came across a Legacy weaving all over the road - he was moving from the extreme right of his lane, and then weaving until his left wing mirror was scuffing the armco.
So, being that I totally adore people who drive drunk, and I've enjoyed the funerals as a result, I ended up tucking in behind him, and *555'd. When your blood starts boiling, I reckon it's a good idea not to get into it in person, someone ends up getting damaged (I keep breaking fingers when knocking dickheads out...).
I talked with the *555 people following drunken fucktard at anything between 35 and 70kph, and ended up guiding a patrol car to intercept him. He stopped at the Manukau road BP, and I ended up quietly blocking his car in. He got out, did the drunken saunter inside, and started buying himself a Servo Pie - an obvious sign of bravery, stupidity, or drunkeness.
Cop turns up about then, and has a chat.
I drive off about this point, I needed to home to a bed after too many weeks of travel and bad food.
I get a phone call - turns out Mr Legacy was indeed drunk, and he was enjoying a stay in a bed provided by the NZ Police.
So, score one for the BADD's. Can I post the fucktards number plate on here??
Anyhow, I'm off for a ride.
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