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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UnragedAs a young driver I had an old convertible, slow and rattly but loads of fun to pootle around in. Now I'd be the first to admit that I committed some spectacular acts of fuckwittery in that car. I mounted a few curbs (and almost one roundabout), took too many corners on two wheels and unintentionally cut more than a few people up. I'm slightly better now but back then I was properly rubbish.
So when I was bimbling along a country lane one day with the roof down and a fairly large biker drew up alongside I feared the worst. Was this someone I'd just almost killed back to wreak leather clad revenge?
"Could you do me a favour mate?" he asked.
"Aha" I thought, desperately concentrating on not veering into him, it's the old sarcasm-followed-by-right-hook-through-the-open-window ploy.
"Could you drive along at exactly 30 please. The speedo on this bike is way out of whack."
Eeep. Only to happy to have avoided a deading I did just that, not informing him that the needle on my speedo had a habit of bouncing around like two kangaroos on a honeymoon.
(, Tue 17 Oct 2006, 13:25, Reply)
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