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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Biker Rage
A long time ago in a home town far far away...
I was walking up the high street with an old friend, Martin. Martin was and still is a teriffic bloke with all the common sense of an earthworm.
Two of the local Granite pass on a good size bike at a fair old rate, both in full leathers and helmets.
Martin, bless him, decided to shout, "You fucking WANKERS!!" after them. Not exactly rage but close.
And of course... they stopped. The driver had barely stopped the engine before he was tearng off after my friend, who didn't like both the size and lengh and ran faster than I'd thought possible.
The pilion walked up to me (I was too scared/too stupid/laughing too hard to run) and asked who was the fucking wanker. With a smile. We both knew.
Cue 5 min of very very funny conversation with the (second) hardest bloke in town who couldn't believe my mate had "Just committed suicide".
Made me laugh! My mate managed to out run the driver, just as well; a nasty bit of work (and to be honest, he is a fucking wanker).
( , Fri 13 Oct 2006, 23:00, Reply)
A long time ago in a home town far far away...
I was walking up the high street with an old friend, Martin. Martin was and still is a teriffic bloke with all the common sense of an earthworm.
Two of the local Granite pass on a good size bike at a fair old rate, both in full leathers and helmets.
Martin, bless him, decided to shout, "You fucking WANKERS!!" after them. Not exactly rage but close.
And of course... they stopped. The driver had barely stopped the engine before he was tearng off after my friend, who didn't like both the size and lengh and ran faster than I'd thought possible.
The pilion walked up to me (I was too scared/too stupid/laughing too hard to run) and asked who was the fucking wanker. With a smile. We both knew.
Cue 5 min of very very funny conversation with the (second) hardest bloke in town who couldn't believe my mate had "Just committed suicide".
Made me laugh! My mate managed to out run the driver, just as well; a nasty bit of work (and to be honest, he is a fucking wanker).
( , Fri 13 Oct 2006, 23:00, Reply)
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