Motorcycle chav.
A few months ago I was happily driving my ladyfriend home. We had to drive through a rough part of town and as I drove along a short stretch of road I had to pull in to allow a car coming from the opposite direction to pass. All quite normal until I spied an especially scummy teenage chav on a trailbike with a couple of L plates dangling from the handlebars and some form of exhaust-sound-meatifier on the exhaust. He wasn't looking where he was going so I decided to wait and let him ride by before pulling out myself.

Taking stock of the situation, the chav saw my moderately-priced, second-hand convertible waiting for him to pass. He shot me the most scornful 'I'm scum and therefore better than you' look he could and revved his little engine to produce that awful duck-strangling noise we all associate with teenage motorcyclists. The motorcycle picked up speed and the chav decided to pull a fairly weak wheelie clearly designed to show me that he truly was the king of the concrete jungle.

Which caused the exhaust-sound-meatifier to slide neatly from the exhaust pipe and clatter loudly to a stop in the road next to my car.

Giggling like a loon, I pulled out and was treated to the sign of a now very sour-faced chav picking up his exhaust thingy in my rear-view mirror when I reached the junction.
(ElectricMonk is falling awake on, Sat 24 Jul 2010, 15:34, 3 replies)

Why do they do that?
Hey look everyone's noticed me!

Yeh and they're all as one thinking, 'What a pathetic cunt!', well done!
( ..wil, Sat 24 Jul 2010, 17:43, closed)

Umm...
K
(ElectricMonk is falling awake on, Mon 26 Jul 2010, 18:32, closed)

K.....

( ..wil, Tue 27 Jul 2010, 21:18, closed)