One single thing that makes you think "knob" Vol 3
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Explains a lot if this is what some drivers truly believe.The wally in a Nissan hairdryer on M25 on Sat who was behind me in lane 3 of 4, and when I indicated to pull into lane 4 to pass the lane 3 65 mph dawdler decided to nip ahead of me for no reason.
I pass the lane 3 numpty and pull over to lane one and proceed on my way, slowly passing Mr Nissan who is glued out in lane 3 for no reason. Further along I begin to move back out across the lanes one by one and in a sensible to pass traffic and he gets the a
hole and floors it trying to cut my final manoueuvre off, but fails because hes a dimwit and his car was st.
He then flashes and gives me the coffee beans before undertaking a whole load of cars to pass me again. Once he saw I wasnt retaliating he got bored. What a pleb.
I pass the lane 3 numpty and pull over to lane one and proceed on my way, slowly passing Mr Nissan who is glued out in lane 3 for no reason. Further along I begin to move back out across the lanes one by one and in a sensible to pass traffic and he gets the a
hole and floors it trying to cut my final manoueuvre off, but fails because hes a dimwit and his car was st.He then flashes and gives me the coffee beans before undertaking a whole load of cars to pass me again. Once he saw I wasnt retaliating he got bored. What a pleb.
So unreal - but true.
Cycling tonight in the country and a knackered Lexus IS200 passes me with a three seater sofa on the roof. Didn't take much notice other than the noise from the remnants of the exhaust.
A mile down the road they have stopped and I catch up and realise they are re-securing their sofa.
Not a roof rack in sight - or a rope or some other sort of strap.
SELLOTAPE !!! Wrapped around the sofa and through the car's open windows.
I wonder how much of the car was actually held together with the tape as well ? They had an Eastern European look about them - seems to fit based on the Youtube videos you see online.
Cycling tonight in the country and a knackered Lexus IS200 passes me with a three seater sofa on the roof. Didn't take much notice other than the noise from the remnants of the exhaust.
A mile down the road they have stopped and I catch up and realise they are re-securing their sofa.
Not a roof rack in sight - or a rope or some other sort of strap.
SELLOTAPE !!! Wrapped around the sofa and through the car's open windows.
I wonder how much of the car was actually held together with the tape as well ? They had an Eastern European look about them - seems to fit based on the Youtube videos you see online.
Some rubbernecking tard in a Nissan Quashqui who nearly went into the back of me. There was a Land Rover pulled over by the police, possibly a minor accident which is extremely interesting for some, ahead was queuing traffic, I stop and notice the the Nissan's bonnet doing a nose dive in my mirror as the driver slammed on the brakes, must have come within inches, I gave a wave of WTF at him, he was laughing.
Hopefully one of the officers saw and took a note of his numberplate.
Hopefully one of the officers saw and took a note of his numberplate.
Any tw@ who doesn't give due consideration to L plates or driving school cars. Often, funnily enough, however stuck to the sometimes silly speed limits they sort of have to be, their standard of driving is helped by the fact they concentrate far more than the average moron.
By due consideration I mean the degenerate who gave the "coffee beans" to a learner who had the temerity to change lanes and held up the driving god in traffic who was hardly put in danger by the said novice...
By due consideration I mean the degenerate who gave the "coffee beans" to a learner who had the temerity to change lanes and held up the driving god in traffic who was hardly put in danger by the said novice...
loafer123 said:
I live in the middle of a village and have a fairly tight entrance to an carriage drive (In & Out), so I indicate a slow right down to enter the drive.
Every time I do so, the look of moral outrage on the face of the person behind me is a picture - almost mouthing - "how dare you slow me down!"
Makes me laugh every time, but they are definitely knobs.
The turning into where I work is 90 degrees from the main road and is narrow with walls either side. You always get some aEvery time I do so, the look of moral outrage on the face of the person behind me is a picture - almost mouthing - "how dare you slow me down!"
Makes me laugh every time, but they are definitely knobs.
hole right up your chuff when you go to turn in, I'm surprised I haven't been shunted forward into the wall yet!loafer123 said:
I live in the middle of a village and have a fairly tight entrance to an carriage drive (In & Out), so I indicate a slow right down to enter the drive.
Every time I do so, the look of moral outrage on the face of the person behind me is a picture - almost mouthing - "how dare you slow me down!"
Makes me laugh every time, but they are definitely knobs.
I have the exact same thing. I even have to go onto the other side of the road to swing into my drive. 2 large stone posts are not very forgiving with paint. Every time I do so, the look of moral outrage on the face of the person behind me is a picture - almost mouthing - "how dare you slow me down!"
Makes me laugh every time, but they are definitely knobs.
People get annoyed at waiting 20 seconds
mistakenplane said:
Oh and 3 people in the last two days who have approached roudnabouts in the right of two lanes, with their right indicator on and then gone straight over.
Why?!
May I introduce Sir to the Runnymede Roundabout? Sir will think the above examples to be just, fair and careful driving once Sir experiences it. Why?!
The utter fk witted, bell ended, sewer guzzler dick in a black Astra oil burner who brake checked me coming off the Rushyford roundabout for the temerity of being the the correct lane for the roundabout, then again as we came up to the dual carriage section approaching the A1/A689 junction. I'd indicated, began moving to the right, slight acceleration, assuming he'd be doing the same, which he did then he promptly stuck the anchors on.
What with his pissing around we didn't have time to pull back into the left lane (dual carriage entrance and exits so staying the right lane isn't a huge issue normally), entered the roundabout in the right lane, he moved across to the left lane halfway across the roundabout (I've had tossers doing this in front of me without bothering to check their mirrors so I simply don't do it) and I stayed in the right.
This resulted in an overtake as he fetched up behind a slower moving vehicle which seemed to piss him off as I had him glued for my rear bumper all the way through to Hartlepool regardless of the speed I did (fast or slow). He stayed there until I pulled up at a set of lights where I went right. I looked over at him has he pulled up beside me, a face full of ginger fur that looked like something you'd find growing on Dartmoor and and an overall expression of suicidal misery, a couple of nods and he was off with a change of the lights.
k witted, bell ended, sewer guzzler dick in a black Astra oil burner who brake checked me coming off the Rushyford roundabout for the temerity of being the the correct lane for the roundabout, then again as we came up to the dual carriage section approaching the A1/A689 junction. I'd indicated, began moving to the right, slight acceleration, assuming he'd be doing the same, which he did then he promptly stuck the anchors on.What with his pissing around we didn't have time to pull back into the left lane (dual carriage entrance and exits so staying the right lane isn't a huge issue normally), entered the roundabout in the right lane, he moved across to the left lane halfway across the roundabout (I've had tossers doing this in front of me without bothering to check their mirrors so I simply don't do it) and I stayed in the right.
This resulted in an overtake as he fetched up behind a slower moving vehicle which seemed to piss him off as I had him glued for my rear bumper all the way through to Hartlepool regardless of the speed I did (fast or slow). He stayed there until I pulled up at a set of lights where I went right. I looked over at him has he pulled up beside me, a face full of ginger fur that looked like something you'd find growing on Dartmoor and and an overall expression of suicidal misery, a couple of nods and he was off with a change of the lights.
alpha channel said:
The utter fk witted, bell ended, sewer guzzler dick in a black Astra oil burner who brake checked me coming off the Rushyford roundabout for the temerity of being the the correct lane for the roundabout, then again as we came up to the dual carriage section approaching the A1/A689 junction. I'd indicated, began moving to the right, slight acceleration, assuming he'd be doing the same, which he did then he promptly stuck the anchors on.
What with his pissing around we didn't have time to pull back into the left lane (dual carriage entrance and exits so staying the right lane isn't a huge issue normally), entered the roundabout in the right lane, he moved across to the left lane halfway across the roundabout (I've had tossers doing this in front of me without bothering to check their mirrors so I simply don't do it) and I stayed in the right.
This resulted in an overtake as he fetched up behind a slower moving vehicle which seemed to piss him off as I had him glued for my rear bumper all the way through to Hartlepool regardless of the speed I did (fast or slow). He stayed there until I pulled up at a set of lights where I went right. I looked over at him has he pulled up beside me, a face full of ginger fur that looked like something you'd find growing on Dartmoor and and an overall expression of suicidal misery, a couple of nods and he was off with a change of the lights.
Times like that I generally look for a place to pull over or off the main road and let them disappear for a bit. Wastes of oxygen. k witted, bell ended, sewer guzzler dick in a black Astra oil burner who brake checked me coming off the Rushyford roundabout for the temerity of being the the correct lane for the roundabout, then again as we came up to the dual carriage section approaching the A1/A689 junction. I'd indicated, began moving to the right, slight acceleration, assuming he'd be doing the same, which he did then he promptly stuck the anchors on.What with his pissing around we didn't have time to pull back into the left lane (dual carriage entrance and exits so staying the right lane isn't a huge issue normally), entered the roundabout in the right lane, he moved across to the left lane halfway across the roundabout (I've had tossers doing this in front of me without bothering to check their mirrors so I simply don't do it) and I stayed in the right.
This resulted in an overtake as he fetched up behind a slower moving vehicle which seemed to piss him off as I had him glued for my rear bumper all the way through to Hartlepool regardless of the speed I did (fast or slow). He stayed there until I pulled up at a set of lights where I went right. I looked over at him has he pulled up beside me, a face full of ginger fur that looked like something you'd find growing on Dartmoor and and an overall expression of suicidal misery, a couple of nods and he was off with a change of the lights.
tt and his wife this morning on the road outside the railway station. Its a narrow standard road and there are double yellows on both lane, but clear access to a dedicated drop off zone.
Not only was their car now blocking the entire road across the access way to the official drop off zone (which was empty of any cars), the exit from the dedicated bus lane behind them AND (because of a chain of now stationary cars) the station car park entrance behind that were both blocked - all whilst her husband took time to get out and then get his bag and coat out via the rear passenger door.
Said husband then had the sudden immoral urge to give the four cars stranded behind him the figure because the one in front beeped when his wife stopped suddenly without indicating.
fkin morons, both of them.
t and his wife this morning on the road outside the railway station. Its a narrow standard road and there are double yellows on both lane, but clear access to a dedicated drop off zone.Not only was their car now blocking the entire road across the access way to the official drop off zone (which was empty of any cars), the exit from the dedicated bus lane behind them AND (because of a chain of now stationary cars) the station car park entrance behind that were both blocked - all whilst her husband took time to get out and then get his bag and coat out via the rear passenger door.
Said husband then had the sudden immoral urge to give the four cars stranded behind him the figure because the one in front beeped when his wife stopped suddenly without indicating.
f
kin morons, both of them.Edited by Hol on Tuesday 8th September 13:21
mistakenplane said:
Times like that I generally look for a place to pull over or off the main road and let them disappear for a bit. Wastes of oxygen.
I was but all bar one pull off have nearly ninety degree pull ins and by the time I was aware of his bumper hugging intentions I'd passed all of the easy quick to pull into places. I have to say that's the first time I've ever come across that kind of behaviour in twenty years of driving (and only the second brake tester) and I was actually feeling threatened by it which is also a first.carlove said:
The knobs who seem to think it's acceptable to have just side lights and foglights on at night, saw three tonight, all crappy looking boy racer cars, doesn't look even slightly cool.
It makes it look like you're driving a Nissan Juke with broken suspension, which is very much not cool.Mouth-breathing, single brain celled chav driving the Sprinter van coming off the M1 this evening.
The stupid tt completely ignored the ghost island and tried to merge into my passenger door at around 80mph (limit is 50mph). The fkwit was on his bloody I Phone at the time, no doubt updating his Facest status or letting Twitter know what an amazing driver he was.
The knobber then forced his way in front of me and repaid my horn beep with coffee beans and a lovely brake-check. He tailgated a Corsa, then aggressively undertook a Focus.
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The stupid t
t completely ignored the ghost island and tried to merge into my passenger door at around 80mph (limit is 50mph). The fkwit was on his bloody I Phone at the time, no doubt updating his Facest status or letting Twitter know what an amazing driver he was. The knobber then forced his way in front of me and repaid my horn beep with coffee beans and a lovely brake-check. He tailgated a Corsa, then aggressively undertook a Focus.
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