Picked the youngest lad up from work around 1AM this morning and I cut through the city center to save a bit of time. First set of lights a young lad in a Pug 306 pulls up revving the nuts of his wee car, granted the noise from the 6" tailpipe sounded well, erm loud.
I let him go but swept past further on, this went on for the next four sets of lights and I knew there was a duel carriageway coming up and to be honest he was getting on my T*Ts.
My first mistake was putting it into manual (only the second time I've tried this) and off we went...Completely bollocked up the gear changes and the young Chav passed giving it two fingers and straight on down the Wallasey tunnel.
Now being a mature guy and fairly balanced I should of turned left, but with the image of this little runt burnt into my brain and my son's words (you definitely had your **** handed to you there Dad) ringing in my ears, somehow we where in the same tunnel descending under the Mersey.
Like a fighter pilot doing his pre-flight check I calmly switched to sport, decided to let the auto box do it's thing, music off, seat up, I was set.....
We stopped at the toll booths at the same time, I stared hard at him as he was blipping the throttle, turning to my now co-pilot, hand out stretched "Money" I barked...."Dad I'm skint"
We never had a "meg" between us...
As the little Pug's lights disappeared into the night, the very nice toll man was asking "Any ID Sir"....
I let him go but swept past further on, this went on for the next four sets of lights and I knew there was a duel carriageway coming up and to be honest he was getting on my T*Ts.
My first mistake was putting it into manual (only the second time I've tried this) and off we went...Completely bollocked up the gear changes and the young Chav passed giving it two fingers and straight on down the Wallasey tunnel.
Now being a mature guy and fairly balanced I should of turned left, but with the image of this little runt burnt into my brain and my son's words (you definitely had your **** handed to you there Dad) ringing in my ears, somehow we where in the same tunnel descending under the Mersey.
Like a fighter pilot doing his pre-flight check I calmly switched to sport, decided to let the auto box do it's thing, music off, seat up, I was set.....
We stopped at the toll booths at the same time, I stared hard at him as he was blipping the throttle, turning to my now co-pilot, hand out stretched "Money" I barked...."Dad I'm skint"
We never had a "meg" between us...
As the little Pug's lights disappeared into the night, the very nice toll man was asking "Any ID Sir"....
