Road Rage
Last week I had to stop a guy attacking another one in the middle of the road - one had run the lights whilst on the phone and the other had objected. I actually had to take the attacker's car keys out of their car and tell him he wasn't getting them back till he calmed down.
Looking back on it, I was lucky I was feeling all parental and in control or the situation could have panned out very differently.
Have you lost it on the roads, or have you been on the recieving end of some nutter?
( , Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
Last week I had to stop a guy attacking another one in the middle of the road - one had run the lights whilst on the phone and the other had objected. I actually had to take the attacker's car keys out of their car and tell him he wasn't getting them back till he calmed down.
Looking back on it, I was lucky I was feeling all parental and in control or the situation could have panned out very differently.
Have you lost it on the roads, or have you been on the recieving end of some nutter?
( , Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
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Last week
I was driving home from work, and I could smell smoke, a burning engine oil smell. I carried on, and eventually caught up with the culprit. It was some kind of MG Rover coupe thing, but I could see exactly what because of the black smoke belching out of the twin exhaust. I could hardly see where I was going, so I started flashing my lights at the person to pull over, because they really needed to get a car mechanic asap, as thier car was burning more oil than petrol.
Anyhoo, they didn't pull over, for several miles. We got to the roundabout as you come into the town where I live, and they stopped. I pulled up beside them, tooted the horn and wound the window down in order to tell them that thier car was in serious trouble and needed seeing to, as I am nice like that.
All I got for my trouble was a two finger salute and being told that my own car was a "geek's car".
At least mine doesn't create it's own A-Team-esque smokescreen. Twunt.
( , Fri 13 Oct 2006, 1:20, Reply)
I was driving home from work, and I could smell smoke, a burning engine oil smell. I carried on, and eventually caught up with the culprit. It was some kind of MG Rover coupe thing, but I could see exactly what because of the black smoke belching out of the twin exhaust. I could hardly see where I was going, so I started flashing my lights at the person to pull over, because they really needed to get a car mechanic asap, as thier car was burning more oil than petrol.
Anyhoo, they didn't pull over, for several miles. We got to the roundabout as you come into the town where I live, and they stopped. I pulled up beside them, tooted the horn and wound the window down in order to tell them that thier car was in serious trouble and needed seeing to, as I am nice like that.
All I got for my trouble was a two finger salute and being told that my own car was a "geek's car".
At least mine doesn't create it's own A-Team-esque smokescreen. Twunt.
( , Fri 13 Oct 2006, 1:20, Reply)
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