I was suck behind some clown in a Range Rover sport today on the motorway, didn’t want to go fast and didn’t want anyone to pass. Grrr. One of those, “wish I was on the bike moments.”
Perfect for those tight gaps you sometimes get in London, for the narrow parking spaces, super high fuel economy, low road tax, low emissions and best of all I can knocking over pedestrians, cyclists or bikers who I can’t be arsed to treat with respect…cos I am in a big f*ck off car surrounded with loads of metal so what do I care about anyone else?