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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How a BMW ruined my day
Picture the scene.
After waiting three months, I finally went to to my local car dealer to pick up my shiny new sports car that I've been dreaming about for weeks. Feeling a little wobbly - something I ate perhaps - I collected the keys and went off for a nice drive. Forward 5 hours, I'm in Harrogate General suffering from acute food poisoning. Bah!
Anyway, car sits on the drive for another week until I feel well enough to drag myself out of bed. Saturday morning dawns, bit damp, but that wasn't going to stop me...
Managed to enjoy a lovely 3 hours behind the wheel before *BANG* some wanker in a BMW drives into the side of me while I'm stationary waiting to cross a main road. BASTARD!
As it happens, I was turning into a restaurant to meet my family, who come out to see what the fuss is about. By this time, I've worked out that the BMW driver was disabled, with hand-controls and was lighting a fag at the time. He was thus unable to grab the brake and thus unable to stop. WANKER!
Realising what happened, my dad goes absolutely ballistic! He was standing at the window of the beemer yelling obscenities at the driver who, to be fair, looked absolutely terrified. When the police turned up and asked the BMW driver if he would like to get out of his car, he took one look at my dad and politely declined. And there he sat...
...for 4 hours...
...until eventually, a recover truck turned up and the BMW was lifted, driver, passenger and all, onto the back and driven off into the distance with my entire family laughing and pointing as they went. Ha!
Oh well, good news in the end 'cos I got a packet out of the insurance :-)
Longer winded, with pics here:
www.s2ki.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=158105
Length, girth. Ah, fcuk 'em.
( , Mon 16 Oct 2006, 8:50, Reply)
Picture the scene.
After waiting three months, I finally went to to my local car dealer to pick up my shiny new sports car that I've been dreaming about for weeks. Feeling a little wobbly - something I ate perhaps - I collected the keys and went off for a nice drive. Forward 5 hours, I'm in Harrogate General suffering from acute food poisoning. Bah!
Anyway, car sits on the drive for another week until I feel well enough to drag myself out of bed. Saturday morning dawns, bit damp, but that wasn't going to stop me...
Managed to enjoy a lovely 3 hours behind the wheel before *BANG* some wanker in a BMW drives into the side of me while I'm stationary waiting to cross a main road. BASTARD!
As it happens, I was turning into a restaurant to meet my family, who come out to see what the fuss is about. By this time, I've worked out that the BMW driver was disabled, with hand-controls and was lighting a fag at the time. He was thus unable to grab the brake and thus unable to stop. WANKER!
Realising what happened, my dad goes absolutely ballistic! He was standing at the window of the beemer yelling obscenities at the driver who, to be fair, looked absolutely terrified. When the police turned up and asked the BMW driver if he would like to get out of his car, he took one look at my dad and politely declined. And there he sat...
...for 4 hours...
...until eventually, a recover truck turned up and the BMW was lifted, driver, passenger and all, onto the back and driven off into the distance with my entire family laughing and pointing as they went. Ha!
Oh well, good news in the end 'cos I got a packet out of the insurance :-)
Longer winded, with pics here:
www.s2ki.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=158105
Length, girth. Ah, fcuk 'em.
( , Mon 16 Oct 2006, 8:50, Reply)
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