Just witnessed the most bizarre argument in a Petrol Station
Discussion
angels95 said:
Rawwr said:
Derek Smith said:
I was on the M40 in the middle lane. I was in my Chimaera, outside me was a Cerbera V8. We were having a bit of a chat via handsignals. A Renault 5 almost sat on the bumper of the Cerb, this at a bit over 70mph, and flashed headlights.
Now I not suggesting this is the correct response, but:
The Cerb driver waved goodbye to me, dropped a gear or two, revved the engine (a delightful scream from the exhaust) and dropped the clutch. Clouds of smoke streamed from the rear tyres, leaving two black lines in the outside lane. The Cerb shot off into the distance.
The Renault driver must have thought that the Cerb driver had braked as she'd stamped on hers. To her, the Cerb must have seemed like it was rocket powered.
She came past a couple of minutes later staring straight ahead.
Be careful who you tailgate.
...because you might be tailgating a prick in a Cerbera?Now I not suggesting this is the correct response, but:
The Cerb driver waved goodbye to me, dropped a gear or two, revved the engine (a delightful scream from the exhaust) and dropped the clutch. Clouds of smoke streamed from the rear tyres, leaving two black lines in the outside lane. The Cerb shot off into the distance.
The Renault driver must have thought that the Cerb driver had braked as she'd stamped on hers. To her, the Cerb must have seemed like it was rocket powered.
She came past a couple of minutes later staring straight ahead.
Be careful who you tailgate.
If some selfish t
t was hogging the outside lane whilst having a chat to someone in the car next to them, I'd be making sure they got out the fking way as well. angels95 said:
There's a road I drive on most days going past Brands Hatch. The speed limit is 60mph, and there's a downhill stretch with a speed camera at the bottom of it.
Almost every day without fail the car I am following is doing roughly 60mph, and then brakes and slows to about 40mph past the camera.
If it's clear to do so (very long and wide bit of road) I usually overtake the car whilst continuing at 60mph.
The above happened about a year ago while following a new-shape Honda CR-V. The driver of the Honda (probably in his 30s) brakes to about 35mph past the camera, so I cruise past thinking nothing of it.
A few hundred yards down the road I see the CR-V in my mirror charging up behind me with lights flashing and lots of crazy arm movements from the driver. I just carried on driving and ignored him.
At the end of the road there is a roundabout followed by a dual-carriageway. He aggressively positioned himself to overtake me before we'd even exited the roundabout. His face when he couldn't quite make any progress on a smoky old diesel Peugeot was priceless!
I use this road every single day and this happens every single day, without fail, despite the large NSL signs around the area with the camera. Almost every day without fail the car I am following is doing roughly 60mph, and then brakes and slows to about 40mph past the camera.
If it's clear to do so (very long and wide bit of road) I usually overtake the car whilst continuing at 60mph.
The above happened about a year ago while following a new-shape Honda CR-V. The driver of the Honda (probably in his 30s) brakes to about 35mph past the camera, so I cruise past thinking nothing of it.
A few hundred yards down the road I see the CR-V in my mirror charging up behind me with lights flashing and lots of crazy arm movements from the driver. I just carried on driving and ignored him.
At the end of the road there is a roundabout followed by a dual-carriageway. He aggressively positioned himself to overtake me before we'd even exited the roundabout. His face when he couldn't quite make any progress on a smoky old diesel Peugeot was priceless!
Likewise, the most exciting thing I've ever seen in a petrol station is a MkI Focus doing a fare old impression of an elephant emptying its bladder, fuel gushing out in what can only be called a stream into the run off drain. Then again I'm oop north where the roads are comparatively quiet... either that or I only come across the odd bat st driver out on the road and not at the local vehicular watering hole.
t driver out on the road and not at the local vehicular watering hole.Edited by alpha channel on Wednesday 1st March 14:34
Buffy d said:
angels95 said:
There's a road I drive on most days going past Brands Hatch. The speed limit is 60mph, and there's a downhill stretch with a speed camera at the bottom of it.
Almost every day without fail the car I am following is doing roughly 60mph, and then brakes and slows to about 40mph past the camera.
If it's clear to do so (very long and wide bit of road) I usually overtake the car whilst continuing at 60mph.
The above happened about a year ago while following a new-shape Honda CR-V. The driver of the Honda (probably in his 30s) brakes to about 35mph past the camera, so I cruise past thinking nothing of it.
A few hundred yards down the road I see the CR-V in my mirror charging up behind me with lights flashing and lots of crazy arm movements from the driver. I just carried on driving and ignored him.
At the end of the road there is a roundabout followed by a dual-carriageway. He aggressively positioned himself to overtake me before we'd even exited the roundabout. His face when he couldn't quite make any progress on a smoky old diesel Peugeot was priceless!
I use this road every single day and this happens every single day, without fail, despite the large NSL signs around the area with the camera. Almost every day without fail the car I am following is doing roughly 60mph, and then brakes and slows to about 40mph past the camera.
If it's clear to do so (very long and wide bit of road) I usually overtake the car whilst continuing at 60mph.
The above happened about a year ago while following a new-shape Honda CR-V. The driver of the Honda (probably in his 30s) brakes to about 35mph past the camera, so I cruise past thinking nothing of it.
A few hundred yards down the road I see the CR-V in my mirror charging up behind me with lights flashing and lots of crazy arm movements from the driver. I just carried on driving and ignored him.
At the end of the road there is a roundabout followed by a dual-carriageway. He aggressively positioned himself to overtake me before we'd even exited the roundabout. His face when he couldn't quite make any progress on a smoky old diesel Peugeot was priceless!
hondansx said:
Buffy d said:
angels95 said:
There's a road I drive on most days going past Brands Hatch. The speed limit is 60mph, and there's a downhill stretch with a speed camera at the bottom of it.
Almost every day without fail the car I am following is doing roughly 60mph, and then brakes and slows to about 40mph past the camera.
If it's clear to do so (very long and wide bit of road) I usually overtake the car whilst continuing at 60mph.
The above happened about a year ago while following a new-shape Honda CR-V. The driver of the Honda (probably in his 30s) brakes to about 35mph past the camera, so I cruise past thinking nothing of it.
A few hundred yards down the road I see the CR-V in my mirror charging up behind me with lights flashing and lots of crazy arm movements from the driver. I just carried on driving and ignored him.
At the end of the road there is a roundabout followed by a dual-carriageway. He aggressively positioned himself to overtake me before we'd even exited the roundabout. His face when he couldn't quite make any progress on a smoky old diesel Peugeot was priceless!
I use this road every single day and this happens every single day, without fail, despite the large NSL signs around the area with the camera. Almost every day without fail the car I am following is doing roughly 60mph, and then brakes and slows to about 40mph past the camera.
If it's clear to do so (very long and wide bit of road) I usually overtake the car whilst continuing at 60mph.
The above happened about a year ago while following a new-shape Honda CR-V. The driver of the Honda (probably in his 30s) brakes to about 35mph past the camera, so I cruise past thinking nothing of it.
A few hundred yards down the road I see the CR-V in my mirror charging up behind me with lights flashing and lots of crazy arm movements from the driver. I just carried on driving and ignored him.
At the end of the road there is a roundabout followed by a dual-carriageway. He aggressively positioned himself to overtake me before we'd even exited the roundabout. His face when he couldn't quite make any progress on a smoky old diesel Peugeot was priceless!
I didn't witness this, but it's an entertaining petrol station story nonetheless.
It's 1983 and I'm waiting to be picked up from school but my Mum doesn't show up. After waiting for over an hour the lady from next door turns up in her beige Fiat Uno (remember those). "Mummy's had a bit of an accident and is in hospital so I'm here to pick you up". !!
Turns out my Mum was filling up her Volvo 66GL, which had the filler cap behind a hinged rear number plate, when an old lady in a Renault 5 drove on to the forecourt and hit the accelerator instead of the brake. My Mum was crushed between the two cars and her Volvo smashed into the car in front of hers. This car in turn ploughed into some 2nd hand cars for sale on the forecourt. All in I think it was 6 cars in total that were damaged. I can still remember seeing them when I went with my Dad later that night to pick up the Volvo.
Incredibly my Mum wasn't too seriously injured, just crushing injuries to both legs but no breaks. She was bed ridden for a while and on crutches for a couple of months. The story also made the Daily Mail and The Sun.
And in a final twist, around 8 years later I meet a girl (who is now my wife). Turns out her aunty was in the passenger seat of the Renault, she was the housekeeper for the old woman driving. I got to meet the old lady not long before she died. She was very apologetic and stopped driving after the whole incident.
It's 1983 and I'm waiting to be picked up from school but my Mum doesn't show up. After waiting for over an hour the lady from next door turns up in her beige Fiat Uno (remember those). "Mummy's had a bit of an accident and is in hospital so I'm here to pick you up". !!
Turns out my Mum was filling up her Volvo 66GL, which had the filler cap behind a hinged rear number plate, when an old lady in a Renault 5 drove on to the forecourt and hit the accelerator instead of the brake. My Mum was crushed between the two cars and her Volvo smashed into the car in front of hers. This car in turn ploughed into some 2nd hand cars for sale on the forecourt. All in I think it was 6 cars in total that were damaged. I can still remember seeing them when I went with my Dad later that night to pick up the Volvo.
Incredibly my Mum wasn't too seriously injured, just crushing injuries to both legs but no breaks. She was bed ridden for a while and on crutches for a couple of months. The story also made the Daily Mail and The Sun.
And in a final twist, around 8 years later I meet a girl (who is now my wife). Turns out her aunty was in the passenger seat of the Renault, she was the housekeeper for the old woman driving. I got to meet the old lady not long before she died. She was very apologetic and stopped driving after the whole incident.
I remember a petrol station story. My mum bless her drove her bubble car into a petrol station and unfortunately stopped just shy of a wall to allow enough space to get the filler hose to the petrol tank. I was a kid next to her.
Unfortunately she couldn't get the front door open to get out and the car didn't have a reverse. We were effectively trapped inside.
I was allowed to scream the place down with my mums permission to get the attention of the attendant to come and push us backward so she could get out.
Took about twenty minutes of me screaming at the top of my voice with cars going in and out before anyone came to find out if I was being abused.
Guess how old I am
?
Unfortunately she couldn't get the front door open to get out and the car didn't have a reverse. We were effectively trapped inside.
I was allowed to scream the place down with my mums permission to get the attention of the attendant to come and push us backward so she could get out.
Took about twenty minutes of me screaming at the top of my voice with cars going in and out before anyone came to find out if I was being abused.
Guess how old I am
?
Buzypea said:
My Mum was crushed between the two cars and her Volvo smashed into the car in front of hers. .
Double effing fk. That was lucky. I witnessed a similar incident which stoved the back of a BMW 5 Series in.Buzypea said:
I got to meet the old lady and she died.
I don't blame, you, but I wouldn't admit it on the net.
FiF said:
MorganP104 said:
Buzypea said:
Story about his Mum getting crushed.
Jesus! That could have been a lot worse, by the sound of it. 
Mr Alan said:
angels95 said:
Rawwr said:
Derek Smith said:
I was on the M40 in the middle lane. I was in my Chimaera, outside me was a Cerbera V8. We were having a bit of a chat via handsignals. A Renault 5 almost sat on the bumper of the Cerb, this at a bit over 70mph, and flashed headlights.
Now I not suggesting this is the correct response, but:
The Cerb driver waved goodbye to me, dropped a gear or two, revved the engine (a delightful scream from the exhaust) and dropped the clutch. Clouds of smoke streamed from the rear tyres, leaving two black lines in the outside lane. The Cerb shot off into the distance.
The Renault driver must have thought that the Cerb driver had braked as she'd stamped on hers. To her, the Cerb must have seemed like it was rocket powered.
She came past a couple of minutes later staring straight ahead.
Be careful who you tailgate.
...because you might be tailgating a prick in a Cerbera?Now I not suggesting this is the correct response, but:
The Cerb driver waved goodbye to me, dropped a gear or two, revved the engine (a delightful scream from the exhaust) and dropped the clutch. Clouds of smoke streamed from the rear tyres, leaving two black lines in the outside lane. The Cerb shot off into the distance.
The Renault driver must have thought that the Cerb driver had braked as she'd stamped on hers. To her, the Cerb must have seemed like it was rocket powered.
She came past a couple of minutes later staring straight ahead.
Be careful who you tailgate.
If some selfish t
t was hogging the outside lane whilst having a chat to someone in the car next to them, I'd be making sure they got out the fking way as well. Remember, keep left unless overtaking. It's not rocket science...
In a BP/Marks & Spencer service station in Glasgow yesterday I was just beginning to fuel up when I noticed a black Range Rover at the row of pumps opposite . Out gets a woman, in her twenties I guess, and proceeds to unload a baby seat from the front passenger seat. Nothing too weird, yet!
I admit to thinking that she was likely to be popping in for some huge grocery shopping whilst blocking off a full line of pumps and mentally sighing at the sheer selfishness of it all. But, no, wait a moment, she actually is buying fuel!!
First she places the baby seat, containing baby, at her feet directly below the filler cap. Shen then proceeds to faff about with the pump having some sort of debate about which fuel to use, lifting and replacing 3 different nozzles before committing to diesel. All of this with a baby at her feet below the filler.
I had just about tanked up and was looking towards the cash desk in the shop to see if the pump was going to be authorised. To my astonishment it clearly had been as I could now hear her fuelling up.
Aside from having a baby on the ground on a live forecourt, the risks of fuel spillage over the child was, I felt a very real danger, so I made my over to her. All the way across the forecourt I was debating just how to broach the subject of the risk she was taking.
As I got closer I managed to catch her eye and I asked if I could help her fill up as I could see she had a baby to look after.
Cue instant Mental...... `ps off, I don`t need any help` was the delicate response.
`It looks dangerous for the baby` was all I could think to say, I was so shocked at her attitude, nothing witty was forthcoming.
At this point someone in the station cut the pump. Mum curses loudly and picks up baby seat and heads off to remonstrate with the staff in the shop.
When I got in she was in full flow, telling everyone in earshot that she didn`t have time for all this hassle and demanding the pump was switched back on.
`This is all your fu£$%^g fault` was then direct at me.
I still can`t quite understand what was going on in her mind at any point of that entire visit for fuel
I admit to thinking that she was likely to be popping in for some huge grocery shopping whilst blocking off a full line of pumps and mentally sighing at the sheer selfishness of it all. But, no, wait a moment, she actually is buying fuel!!
First she places the baby seat, containing baby, at her feet directly below the filler cap. Shen then proceeds to faff about with the pump having some sort of debate about which fuel to use, lifting and replacing 3 different nozzles before committing to diesel. All of this with a baby at her feet below the filler.
I had just about tanked up and was looking towards the cash desk in the shop to see if the pump was going to be authorised. To my astonishment it clearly had been as I could now hear her fuelling up.
Aside from having a baby on the ground on a live forecourt, the risks of fuel spillage over the child was, I felt a very real danger, so I made my over to her. All the way across the forecourt I was debating just how to broach the subject of the risk she was taking.
As I got closer I managed to catch her eye and I asked if I could help her fill up as I could see she had a baby to look after.
Cue instant Mental...... `p
s off, I don`t need any help` was the delicate response.`It looks dangerous for the baby` was all I could think to say, I was so shocked at her attitude, nothing witty was forthcoming.
At this point someone in the station cut the pump. Mum curses loudly and picks up baby seat and heads off to remonstrate with the staff in the shop.
When I got in she was in full flow, telling everyone in earshot that she didn`t have time for all this hassle and demanding the pump was switched back on.
`This is all your fu£$%^g fault` was then direct at me.
I still can`t quite understand what was going on in her mind at any point of that entire visit for fuel
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