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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Worse than both car drivers and cyclists
are twats on horses. I don't normally mind, but on my route home from work is riding stables, where some idiots regularly take their untaxed, uninsured walking glue-fodder beasts for a slow walk, two abreast - at rush-hour.
Invariably, everyone slows down to speed that would make a hat-wearing codger fume, and gently pass.
One of these days, I will rev my car to the red, blast on the horn and play drum and bass until my ears bleed, just so that I can scare one of those nags into throwing their selfish passengers into a bush, or better still under the wheels of some arsedonkey in an X5.
*Fume*
( , Tue 17 Oct 2006, 16:20, Reply)
are twats on horses. I don't normally mind, but on my route home from work is riding stables, where some idiots regularly take their untaxed, uninsured walking glue-fodder beasts for a slow walk, two abreast - at rush-hour.
Invariably, everyone slows down to speed that would make a hat-wearing codger fume, and gently pass.
One of these days, I will rev my car to the red, blast on the horn and play drum and bass until my ears bleed, just so that I can scare one of those nags into throwing their selfish passengers into a bush, or better still under the wheels of some arsedonkey in an X5.
*Fume*
( , Tue 17 Oct 2006, 16:20, Reply)
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