Twas a beautiful afternoon driving through the somerset countryside... sun roof open... driving so steadily you could not even hear the engine... smooth... stress free from computers and general crappy bournemouth
Until I came back home through Dorchester
I had around 6 differnt chavs up my backside all the way home driving like complete knobs... Once one pull in a different direction I had another one join
I even had to pull over to let one pass coz I was losing my temper.. could not even see his dashboard in my mirror!!!... Nearly needed a brown paper bag! (to breath in :D )
I had Rovers, Astras, Clapped out audi, mondeos... you name it.. it was baiting me.
Its so common being bated (although i dont bite as I am grown up) I am almost getting fed up with the car.
Just because its lowered, aftermarket wheels, rear spoliers etc it means that I am up for the challenge.... freakin idiots!
I feel more wound up then I do before i left the house. :tsktsk:
is it time for me to sell? Austin Maestro sounds good :yack: