Road RageLast 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?
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chthonic, Thu 12 Oct 2006, 21:31)
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From road rage to attempted treason...In one easy step.
I used to go to university in St Andrews. In case you didn't know Prince William went there. I was there when he was there, and was less than impressed by the whole thing. I don't give a crap who he is, and was happy for him to keep out of my way.
Now I tend to drive in a way that has been described as manic. Or insane. I was hurtling along in my mini one day and he stepped out in front of me.
I crammed on the anchors, as best I could. The brakes were a bit shit, but I tend not to brake much so it generally wasn't a problem. And I didn't hit him. Because it would have scratched my paint work and the car had a limited edition paint job. But I did roll down the window and roar "Watch where the fuck you're going, you cunt!" before speeding off.
My passenger's face was white. She asked if I knew who that was. I did. I didn't care. But I did spend a week sweating it thinking that MI6 were going to have me chucked out of uni for swearing at our future king and endangering his life. Thankfully they didn't.
Note to royals and dignitaries: Step out in front of me and I will mow you down. The car I drive now is crap...
(, Sun 15 Oct 2006, 21:47, Reply)
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