So I had a colossally shitty day... so I headed up to the Summit Road here in Christchurch and lay in the grass contemplating the Alps.
Finally I cool down enough and and start heading back along the summit road.
BUGGER ME! A sport car comes whizzing around a blind bend _way_ over the white line! With a bit of a wobble... I survive.
Then another and another and another _all_ WAY OVER THE FUCKING WHITE LINE ON A BLIND BEND!
Whew! Heart racing I continue, more sports cars passing OK on the straight, and then next blind bend. BUGGER ME THEY DOING IT AGAIN! Way over the white line on a blind bend! By this time I'm expecting it and am crawling along hugging the left edge of the road.
But I'm pissed off. Mad as hell.
So I revert to 3rd world tactics. I put my headlights on high and as I approach every blind bend I'm crawling along the left edge tooting my hooter.
It's Impolite, uncivilised, gets me strange looks from the stream of sports cars.... but I live to write this rant.
No, don't tell me to "relax", last time I "relaxed" when somebody came over the white line I was driving an old school landrover.
Three people in the opposing vehicle died and the drivers face was so mashed he couldn't tell me why he came across the white line. SO i'M NOT FUCKEN RELAXED OK?
So anybody know where the sports car club that arranges evening drives along the summit road hangs out? I want to do a little bit of swearing the air blue.
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