Picture the scene, I arrive at a set of red traffic lights in the left of two lanes after just gently overtaking one of those mini-roadsweepers. I am behind 2 stationary cars in a queue, there is a Golf in the right hand lane waiting too. Looking in the mirror I see a CL63 haring up the outside and then comes to a stop alongside me. Beyond the traffic lights the road quickly reduces to one lane, arrows on the road indicating that people in the right lane should pull into the left lane to continue.
Traffic lights turn green and we all set off, CL63 decides to drive at me on the assumption that I'll move out of the way, I decide that no I am not going to move given his rather agressive driving. He then accelerates hard and bullies the person in front out of the way instead.
The road then expands to 2 lanes at a roundabout and we are stopped alongside each other again, me left CL63 right. I happen to glance right(mainly to look at the car) and there is a man who appears to be in his late 50's furiously hand waving at me and mouthing words I have never heard of before. He seems to be trying to tell me that I have done something wrong and suggesting what I may do of an evening.
I laugh at him and blow him a kiss, I then from a clenched fist wiggle my little finger to imply that maybe his car is perhaps compensating for a shortfall elsewhere in his life.
One day someone is not going to take quite so kindly to his actions or his attitude, and despite the size of his car he is still a rather short, middle-aged man who looks like food & drink have been a major part of his life. Me, I just hope I am there when it happens
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Traffic lights turn green and we all set off, CL63 decides to drive at me on the assumption that I'll move out of the way, I decide that no I am not going to move given his rather agressive driving. He then accelerates hard and bullies the person in front out of the way instead.
The road then expands to 2 lanes at a roundabout and we are stopped alongside each other again, me left CL63 right. I happen to glance right(mainly to look at the car) and there is a man who appears to be in his late 50's furiously hand waving at me and mouthing words I have never heard of before. He seems to be trying to tell me that I have done something wrong and suggesting what I may do of an evening.
I laugh at him and blow him a kiss, I then from a clenched fist wiggle my little finger to imply that maybe his car is perhaps compensating for a shortfall elsewhere in his life.
One day someone is not going to take quite so kindly to his actions or his attitude, and despite the size of his car he is still a rather short, middle-aged man who looks like food & drink have been a major part of his life. Me, I just hope I am there when it happens
