Sat at the lights this morning, some Twerp in his souped up Mummy’#s car (Corsa 1.4 with chrome and bling and stuff) all over it. Looks over at me, gives me that “Yeah, I’ll have ya!” look and launches it the second the lights go green…
So I waved bye bye and watched him blast off into the distance, very proud of himself.
Anyway, about half a mile up I’m moshing along and I can see him in the distance (Rule 317 Sun Tzu’s “The he Art of War” - Know where your enemy is at all times). All of a sudden and seemingly for NO reason at all, he starts spewing brake rubber, big clouds of smoke, looooong brake squeels and his arse is fishtailing all over the shop. Like 70 to 0 in half a second type panic braking.
I ease off and slowly catch up to find this idiot thought the car parked on the side of the road was part of the traffic. Rather than adjust his line, he’s just full on panicked and slammed on the anchors. He was probably too busy watching me in his mirrors thinking how cool he’d been cos he beat a bike away from the lights.
I was wetting myself.
I slowly rolled roung him, watching him all the time so he knew I’d seen him. Then, watching him in the mirrors, needless to say the pillock had to do a wheel spin when he started up again cos he was so cool/angry at himself for being a total Wnaker, that he nearly collided with another car as he started up again.
As far as I konw, he’s still sat in the traffic jam at the next set of lights!
When will they learn?