One single thing that makes you think "knob" Vol 4
Discussion
Sk00p said:
yellowjack said:
Oh, and on the way down, it was so amusing to get to the bottom of Matchams Lane by Hurn and drive across the bridge over the A338 to see all the Lemmings stuck in that traffic where the widening works are taking place. I got to my appointment without once breaking the speed limit, entirely stress free, and with 15 minutes to spare. How was it for you...? 
I know quite a few people that have to go to Bournemouth from Ringwood way, often it's quicker to sit in the traffic than try to go round, at some times of the day that junction at the bottom of Matchams Lane is a PITA to get out ofMy rant makes it sound like a stressful journey, but it wasn't. The most stressful element was watching the indicated range on the fuel computer crash downward every time the motorway climbed a slight incline...
brynpoeth said:
Knobs? Maybe.But how many times do drivers keep crawling forward in slow moving or stop-start traffic when they've no hope of making the next green phase of a traffic light, preventing pedestrians from crossing the road by blocking dropped kerbs at junctions and crossing points.
If more drivers learned to let a pedestrian cross the road safely (like at mini-roundabouts, etc) then there'd be less lobbying for zebra or light-controlled crossings, and therefore fewer delays and smoother moving traffic. But sadly, lots of drivers lose the ability to negotiate, communicate, and cooperate the moment they close the door of their car.
Try getting around on crutches, with limited mobility, and you'll soon see it from the point of view of the slow, infirm, or frail, those who simply don't have the option to jog across between cars. If we all learned to consider the needs of others, etc, etc, etc...
brynpoeth said:
That lot need to get a wife/life (or girl friend!)
Mandalore said:
Pan Pan Pan said:
Kuji said:
Ares said:
Pan Pan Pan said:
Absolutely this. I believe the 40 mph everywhere brigade are a bit mental. I came up behind such a f*ckwit some years back doing between 35 and 40 on a clear NSL road. It was early in the morning so not much traffic on the road, so indicated, over took and carried on my way
some miles further on I entered a 30 zone going through a village, and had slowed to the posted limit, when up comes f*ckwit at what must have been around 80 mph to get past me, and who then proceeded to drive through the village at the same speed. What in heavens name goes on between the ears of these f*ckwit types?.
Last few days, thanks to a dusting of snow, they've become the 20mph everywhere brigade...! Then get followed by a dozen sheep-like drivers, driving so close as to not allow anyone to overtake car by car.some miles further on I entered a 30 zone going through a village, and had slowed to the posted limit, when up comes f*ckwit at what must have been around 80 mph to get past me, and who then proceeded to drive through the village at the same speed. What in heavens name goes on between the ears of these f*ckwit types?.
Christ, the wrath cyclists get for cycling at 20mph holding the world up for hours and hours....
mikey k said:
Grahamdub said:
Greg the Fish said:
Using pool noodles to turn a 3 series into a Citroen Cactus..............
https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-norfolk-4712...
There are days when I think that wouldn't be such a bad idea !https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-norfolk-4712...
Too many really don't give a s
t in car parksNot sure I'd drive around like that or could be arsed to rig it up each time I park
Ares said:
Mandalore said:
Pan Pan Pan said:
Kuji said:
Ares said:
Pan Pan Pan said:
Absolutely this. I believe the 40 mph everywhere brigade are a bit mental. I came up behind such a f*ckwit some years back doing between 35 and 40 on a clear NSL road. It was early in the morning so not much traffic on the road, so indicated, over took and carried on my way
some miles further on I entered a 30 zone going through a village, and had slowed to the posted limit, when up comes f*ckwit at what must have been around 80 mph to get past me, and who then proceeded to drive through the village at the same speed. What in heavens name goes on between the ears of these f*ckwit types?.
Last few days, thanks to a dusting of snow, they've become the 20mph everywhere brigade...! Then get followed by a dozen sheep-like drivers, driving so close as to not allow anyone to overtake car by car.some miles further on I entered a 30 zone going through a village, and had slowed to the posted limit, when up comes f*ckwit at what must have been around 80 mph to get past me, and who then proceeded to drive through the village at the same speed. What in heavens name goes on between the ears of these f*ckwit types?.
Christ, the wrath cyclists get for cycling at 20mph holding the world up for hours and hours....
I’m agreeing that you both fit the profile.
brynpoeth said:
Thankfully the Poll does suggest the gobstes are a minority.Its stuff like that which means small brained people hate ALL cyclists. And I fear them the most when I'm on my bike. Don't give t
ts ammunition and there'd be a lot less nonsense on all sides!* * *
This mornings S Class, W221, heavy pimp tints and complete with fake Brabus badge on back!
He was ALREADY on a roundabout I was approaching. I slowed so I could slot in behind him without having to stop at the give way line. He got right in front of me and saw me to his left and...
...He jammed on his brakes and stopped on the roundabout so I was facing the nearside rear 3/4 of his car
So I had to stop. He then looked at me. I looked at him and beeped him ( well there you go. I shouldn't have bothered) And he moved off again, so I started to roll forward behind him. And he stopped again dead! Now I'm mouthing at him "WTF are you doing?". And leaned on the horn! He didn't move, so I drove round him Of course. He's now up the backside giving it the coffee beans. At the next junction I'm turning right and he's going straight. He comes alongside me (he must be 70! I was quite amused given the cars look ) and he's dropped his window, I do the same and he's shouting "GIVE WAY TO THE RIGHT YOU f
kING ahole!" at me. I just shouted back
"I f
king did you ! I was going to go behind you! Why the fk did you stop on the roundabout?!?!" He of course, sped off, not wishing to explain how I'd failed to give way to him
One of those mornings.
Had some spacka woman in one of those Fiat 500 XXL's speed matching me in L2. I sped up, she sped up, I slowed, she slowed. Then bizarrely nervously looking over every 20 seconds. And a d
head in a Nissan SUV who pulled into a keep clear box and fked everything up for 3 mins!Cock Tuesday in full effect!
Edited by S1KRR on Tuesday 5th February 20:13
Camelot1971 said:
yellowjack said:
I was driving with the electronic limiter on, selected as 65 mph indicated because I was home.
People who drive on the motorway (or most other roads actually) and are close to running out of fuel. Knobs.I left home with sufficient fuel (judged on experience) to complete the outward leg, and most of the homeward leg. By the time I arrived at my destination, the fuel computer had recalculated based on sensible, efficient open road driving instead of the local stop-start local stuff it had based it's previous estimate on. So I was confident that I would make it home comfortably ahead of the "zero miles range remaining" warning.
On top of that, I had MANY options to top up if I'd felt the need. Half a dozen options at my departure point. At Ringwood. At Picket Post on the A31. At the M27 services just before the M3, at Winchester services, at the Tesco Extra or Shell stations just off Junction 9, or getting off at Basingstoke. Or Hook. Or the M3 services at Fleet. So at no time was I ever "close to running out of fuel". In fact I had enough to drive my wife to work the following morning AND get to my local Tesco to make best use of a 5p off per litre coupon. And even then I could only squeeze 68 litres into the tank, so there was at least 2 litres of useable fuel sloshing around at the bottom of the tank.
So you see, when I said "nursing a low fuel level", what I meant by it was that I preferred to end the journey at home, where I knew fuel was a few pence cheaper per litre, than to top up at a more expensive option at some point during the journey. So I drove appropriately to ensure that this was the case. FYI I've only run out of fuel once. That was in my first car, a Cortina with a broken fuel gauge sender. But that was in Lyndhurst, in the New Forest, at the top of a hill. I managed to keep the car rolling to the filling station at the bottom of the hill (where I'd been heading anyway) and stopped neatly alongside the pump such that I don't think anyone actually noticed other than my wife in the passenger seat.
But thanks for your concern chap. And thanks for showing us another clear example of all that lets PH down these days. There really shouldn't be any need for these pathetic minute examinations of every last element of a post. Do schools not teach "comprehension" properly anymore???
yellowjack said:
Camelot1971 said:
yellowjack said:
I was driving with the electronic limiter on, selected as 65 mph indicated because I was home.
People who drive on the motorway (or most other roads actually) and are close to running out of fuel. Knobs.I left home with sufficient fuel (judged on experience) to complete the outward leg, and most of the homeward leg. By the time I arrived at my destination, the fuel computer had recalculated based on sensible, efficient open road driving instead of the local stop-start local stuff it had based it's previous estimate on. So I was confident that I would make it home comfortably ahead of the "zero miles range remaining" warning.
On top of that, I had MANY options to top up if I'd felt the need. Half a dozen options at my departure point. At Ringwood. At Picket Post on the A31. At the M27 services just before the M3, at Winchester services, at the Tesco Extra or Shell stations just off Junction 9, or getting off at Basingstoke. Or Hook. Or the M3 services at Fleet. So at no time was I ever "close to running out of fuel". In fact I had enough to drive my wife to work the following morning AND get to my local Tesco to make best use of a 5p off per litre coupon. And even then I could only squeeze 68 litres into the tank, so there was at least 2 litres of useable fuel sloshing around at the bottom of the tank.
So you see, when I said "nursing a low fuel level", what I meant by it was that I preferred to end the journey at home, where I knew fuel was a few pence cheaper per litre, than to top up at a more expensive option at some point during the journey. So I drove appropriately to ensure that this was the case. FYI I've only run out of fuel once. That was in my first car, a Cortina with a broken fuel gauge sender. But that was in Lyndhurst, in the New Forest, at the top of a hill. I managed to keep the car rolling to the filling station at the bottom of the hill (where I'd been heading anyway) and stopped neatly alongside the pump such that I don't think anyone actually noticed other than my wife in the passenger seat.
But thanks for your concern chap. And thanks for showing us another clear example of all that lets PH down these days. There really shouldn't be any need for these pathetic minute examinations of every last element of a post. Do schools not teach "comprehension" properly anymore???
The irony meter is definitely twitching
yellowjack said:
Hmmm? Now let me think...
I left home with sufficient fuel (judged on experience) to complete the outward leg, and most of the homeward leg. By the time I arrived at my destination, the fuel computer had recalculated based on sensible, efficient open road driving instead of the local stop-start local stuff it had based it's previous estimate on. So I was confident that I would make it home comfortably ahead of the "zero miles range remaining" warning.
On top of that, I had MANY options to top up if I'd felt the need. Half a dozen options at my departure point. At Ringwood. At Picket Post on the A31. At the M27 services just before the M3, at Winchester services, at the Tesco Extra or Shell stations just off Junction 9, or getting off at Basingstoke. Or Hook. Or the M3 services at Fleet. So at no time was I ever "close to running out of fuel". In fact I had enough to drive my wife to work the following morning AND get to my local Tesco to make best use of a 5p off per litre coupon. And even then I could only squeeze 68 litres into the tank, so there was at least 2 litres of useable fuel sloshing around at the bottom of the tank.
So you see, when I said "nursing a low fuel level", what I meant by it was that I preferred to end the journey at home, where I knew fuel was a few pence cheaper per litre, than to top up at a more expensive option at some point during the journey. So I drove appropriately to ensure that this was the case. FYI I've only run out of fuel once. That was in my first car, a Cortina with a broken fuel gauge sender. But that was in Lyndhurst, in the New Forest, at the top of a hill. I managed to keep the car rolling to the filling station at the bottom of the hill (where I'd been heading anyway) and stopped neatly alongside the pump such that I don't think anyone actually noticed other than my wife in the passenger seat.
But thanks for your concern chap. And thanks for showing us another clear example of all that lets PH down these days. There really shouldn't be any need for these pathetic minute examinations of every last element of a post. Do schools not teach "comprehension" properly anymore???
Or, rather than living that "drama", you could just fill your car up and when it gets to around 1/8 of a tank, fill it up again I left home with sufficient fuel (judged on experience) to complete the outward leg, and most of the homeward leg. By the time I arrived at my destination, the fuel computer had recalculated based on sensible, efficient open road driving instead of the local stop-start local stuff it had based it's previous estimate on. So I was confident that I would make it home comfortably ahead of the "zero miles range remaining" warning.
On top of that, I had MANY options to top up if I'd felt the need. Half a dozen options at my departure point. At Ringwood. At Picket Post on the A31. At the M27 services just before the M3, at Winchester services, at the Tesco Extra or Shell stations just off Junction 9, or getting off at Basingstoke. Or Hook. Or the M3 services at Fleet. So at no time was I ever "close to running out of fuel". In fact I had enough to drive my wife to work the following morning AND get to my local Tesco to make best use of a 5p off per litre coupon. And even then I could only squeeze 68 litres into the tank, so there was at least 2 litres of useable fuel sloshing around at the bottom of the tank.
So you see, when I said "nursing a low fuel level", what I meant by it was that I preferred to end the journey at home, where I knew fuel was a few pence cheaper per litre, than to top up at a more expensive option at some point during the journey. So I drove appropriately to ensure that this was the case. FYI I've only run out of fuel once. That was in my first car, a Cortina with a broken fuel gauge sender. But that was in Lyndhurst, in the New Forest, at the top of a hill. I managed to keep the car rolling to the filling station at the bottom of the hill (where I'd been heading anyway) and stopped neatly alongside the pump such that I don't think anyone actually noticed other than my wife in the passenger seat.
But thanks for your concern chap. And thanks for showing us another clear example of all that lets PH down these days. There really shouldn't be any need for these pathetic minute examinations of every last element of a post. Do schools not teach "comprehension" properly anymore???
. Crazy idea, I know. Then again, perhaps running your car low on petrol is the highlight of the year for you. Camelot1971 said:
Or, rather than living that "drama", you could just fill your car up and when it gets to around 1/8 of a tank, fill it up again . Crazy idea, I know. Then again, perhaps running your car low on petrol is the highlight of the year for you.
Some people just love the drama though instead of just getting on with things in a normal way as most of us do, not even realising that we have done anything worth writing a book about.. Crazy idea, I know. Then again, perhaps running your car low on petrol is the highlight of the year for you. It's what gets them through the day.
S1KRR said:
...This mornings S Class, W221, heavy pimp tints and complete with fake Brabus badge on back!
He was ALREADY on a roundabout I was approaching. I slowed so I could slot in behind him without having to stop at the give way line. He got right in front of me and saw me to his left and...
...He jammed on his brakes and stopped on the roundabout so I was facing the nearside rear 3/4 of his car So I had to stop. He then looked at me. I looked at him and beeped him ( well there you go. I shouldn't have bothered) And he moved off again, so I started to roll forward behind him. And he stopped again dead! Now I'm mouthing at him "WTF are you doing?". And leaned on the horn! He didn't move, so I drove round him
Of course. He's now up the backside giving it the coffee beans. At the next junction I'm turning right and he's going straight. He comes alongside me (he must be 70! I was quite amused given the cars look ) and he's dropped his window, I do the same and he's shouting "GIVE WAY TO THE RIGHT YOU fkING ahole!" at me.
I just shouted back
"I fking did you ! I was going to go behind you! Why the fk did you stop on the roundabout?!?!"
He of course, sped off, not wishing to explain how I'd failed to give way to him
Get that a lot when out cycling. Usually you do it in a car and everything is fine. Same as you, pick out the empty space behind the car on the roundabout, and time your arrival to match it so as to avoid stopping at the line. The driver on the roundabout barely notices you. But as soon as you try doing it on a bicycle, you get quite a few of those lunatics you've described jamming the brakes on and stopping right across your front, causing you to stop too. Then they let loose with expletive laden abuse along the lines of "WTF are you doing? You're supposed to stop. You nearly hit me. You weren't going to stop. You're a menace. Etc. Etc. Etc."He was ALREADY on a roundabout I was approaching. I slowed so I could slot in behind him without having to stop at the give way line. He got right in front of me and saw me to his left and...
...He jammed on his brakes and stopped on the roundabout so I was facing the nearside rear 3/4 of his car
So I had to stop. He then looked at me. I looked at him and beeped him ( well there you go. I shouldn't have bothered) And he moved off again, so I started to roll forward behind him. And he stopped again dead! Now I'm mouthing at him "WTF are you doing?". And leaned on the horn! He didn't move, so I drove round him Of course. He's now up the backside giving it the coffee beans. At the next junction I'm turning right and he's going straight. He comes alongside me (he must be 70! I was quite amused given the cars look ) and he's dropped his window, I do the same and he's shouting "GIVE WAY TO THE RIGHT YOU f
kING ahole!" at me. I just shouted back
"I f
king did you ! I was going to go behind you! Why the fk did you stop on the roundabout?!?!" He of course, sped off, not wishing to explain how I'd failed to give way to him
Frankly it's pathetic and tedious.
"WTF are you doing?" Why actually, I'm riding a bicycle in a careful, competent manner while obeying all relevant road traffic laws.
"You're supposed to stop." Well actually, I think you'll find that the phrase that pays is "Give Way". Which I did, clearly, because you started off ahead of me on the road, and you're still ahead of me, yet you haven't had to overtake me. The laws of physics (and of common sense) apply here.
"You nearly hit me." Well no. Definitely not. I stopped in plenty of time, more than 6 feet away from you, and without locking my wheels. I'd say that kicks your accusation neatly into touch.
"You weren't going to stop." Maybe. Maybe not. I had my brakes covered, I'd stopped pedaling, and I was fully prepared to stop if needed. But as I pointed out to you previously, It's not a "Stop" line so I'm not obliged to stop, just to give way. And being as how I was aiming to join the carriageway into the space behind you, I can't work out what your issue really is.
"You're a menace." Fair one, if that's an opinion to which you wish to subscribe. But you were never in any physical danger from me now, where you? Surely even you can admit this much, you great big panicky scaredy-cat...
Today's "knob!" was the driver of a battered FIAT van. Driving along an estate road with cars parked on both sides, I spied the van central in the road ahead of me. So I pulled into a space on my left to let it through but it didn't move. So I drove closer to it. No-one in the cab. Then a bloke let himself into the centre seat from the passenger door. Still no sign of it moving. There was an open garage door and an empty driveway to my right. A second bloke arrived at the van from the garage and loaded something into the side cargo door. This is getting stupid now. "Tooooot!" Ah. Now we're getting somewhere. The driver appears from the rear, then disappears again (presumably to close the rear doors) and then he takes his seat, takes his sweet-ass time, but eventually moves the van into a space alongside the kerb to my left so that I can get past. As I drive away, I see in my mirrors that hte driver is back out at the rear doors, "flipping the bird" in my direction.
Why? Why park in the middle of a narrowed road? I mean, why, at all, ever? The correct answer is to not obstruct the road even if that means carrying heavy things a little further, even around a corner. But in this case there was a double dropped kerb to his left, a double dropped kerb to his right (driveways opposite one-another) and the driveway he was loading from was empty too, which, if he'd bothered his scruffy, ignorant arse to reverse onto would have saved him and his passengers a considerable carrying distance while loading the van. A win from a convenience point of view, a win in terms of keeping the road clear and therefore safer, and a huge win in Health & Safety terms with regard to Manual Handling guidelines.
And the reason I'd cut through the estate? Because there's two turnings I can use to get to my house, but the second (and preferred option) was obstructed by the bin men on their round. So I took the first, least preferable option along this street with a bajillion cars parked along it. So errant van drivers are knobs. As, too, are idiot householders who have plenty of space on their driveways but choose to park on the road to save having to "juggle" their cars in the morning. As are bell-end neighbours who rent out their "annexe" extension as a self-contained flat to two imbeciles who both have cars but no driveway to park them on. So they park in the street, which isn't a problem in and of itself, but the phrase "taxi to the kerb?" has been bandied about with reference to their parking quite regularly. This morning they were parked tail-out at a jaunty angle, such that the bin lorry barely scraped through the gap they'd left. And weirdly, if the bin men couldn't get the lorry through, and refused to empty the bins behind the badly parked car, it's be their own bins that would not be emptied. Good God, I truly despise the selfish, and the hard-of-thinking...
lost in espace said:
Camelot1971 said:
People who drive on the motorway (or most other roads actually) and are close to running out of fuel. Knobs.
You are describing most electric car drivers, most of the time. :-)Monkeylegend said:
yellowjack said:
Camelot1971 said:
yellowjack said:
I was driving with the electronic limiter on, selected as 65 mph indicated because I was home.
People who drive on the motorway (or most other roads actually) and are close to running out of fuel. Knobs.I left home with sufficient fuel (judged on experience) to complete the outward leg, and most of the homeward leg. By the time I arrived at my destination, the fuel computer had recalculated based on sensible, efficient open road driving instead of the local stop-start local stuff it had based it's previous estimate on. So I was confident that I would make it home comfortably ahead of the "zero miles range remaining" warning.
On top of that, I had MANY options to top up if I'd felt the need. Half a dozen options at my departure point. At Ringwood. At Picket Post on the A31. At the M27 services just before the M3, at Winchester services, at the Tesco Extra or Shell stations just off Junction 9, or getting off at Basingstoke. Or Hook. Or the M3 services at Fleet. So at no time was I ever "close to running out of fuel". In fact I had enough to drive my wife to work the following morning AND get to my local Tesco to make best use of a 5p off per litre coupon. And even then I could only squeeze 68 litres into the tank, so there was at least 2 litres of useable fuel sloshing around at the bottom of the tank.
So you see, when I said "nursing a low fuel level", what I meant by it was that I preferred to end the journey at home, where I knew fuel was a few pence cheaper per litre, than to top up at a more expensive option at some point during the journey. So I drove appropriately to ensure that this was the case. FYI I've only run out of fuel once. That was in my first car, a Cortina with a broken fuel gauge sender. But that was in Lyndhurst, in the New Forest, at the top of a hill. I managed to keep the car rolling to the filling station at the bottom of the hill (where I'd been heading anyway) and stopped neatly alongside the pump such that I don't think anyone actually noticed other than my wife in the passenger seat.
But thanks for your concern chap. And thanks for showing us another clear example of all that lets PH down these days. There really shouldn't be any need for these pathetic minute examinations of every last element of a post. Do schools not teach "comprehension" properly anymore???
The irony meter is definitely twitching
kers. Every time I try to self-edit, I seem to find another one of these morons inserting details and possibilities into a tale that were never there. Hence my writing style is usually somewhat "comprehensive" in it's scope.I don't know what image of me is conjured by my posts. Nor do I care. But by Christ, there's a lot of social misfits in zip-up 'owners club' anoraks on this site, judging by some of the tripe posted. Surely you can't ALL have been bullied at school, and have been diagnosed with "special educational needs"? Yet the standard of written English is frequently down below that expected from the average junior school pupil. There's a small, but very vocal cohort of the "proudly thick" on PistonHeads, and quite frankly it is not an edifying spectacle to witness.
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