Anger management
A little while ago, I was driving up the A303 at about 60 or 70. As I approaching a T-junction (with my right of way) a Volvo pulled out right in front of me. After slamming my brakes on and nearly skidding right into the back of him. It was a party of four pensioners who blatantly knew what they'd done as the two women in the back seat turned around to look at me and laughed. LAUGHED. After I stopped swearing, I started to tailgate. The old bloke driving the Volvo was getting visibly concerned by my riding his exhaust and attempted to accelerate away.

But no, I was in a Golf GTi and it was uphill. I remained on station and matched his speed. Then I got my camera off my back seat, made sure the flash was on and took a photo of his registration number. Almost instantly he slowed down. The road widened into a dual carriageway and he slowed down further, obviously hoping I'd overtake. I stayed on his tail, glaring directly into his rear view mirror. Then I flashed him. Twice. He slowed down to thirty. So did I. He indicated and began to pull over. I slowed down with him and when he had pulled off the road, I went past, gave his nervous face a big grin and a cheery wave and fucked off down the road.

God, that made me feel good, if a bit of a bastard.
( Kroney, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 16:48, 3 replies)

a complete
bastard
( toadfish, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 16:50, closed)

the twat
shouldn't have pulled out and nearly caused a serious accident then, should he.
( Kroney, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 16:54, closed)

Good for you
inconsiderate fucklamps, all of 'em
( Fathter Puddytat Kill Kill dat widdle boid is mine on, Thu 13 Mar 2008, 16:58, closed)