....This weekend....
Well, what can I say other than explain the cretinatious, crass, stupidity that has afflicted our weekends driving enjoyment and the frustration from a nation of t0ssers...
With the Ur yesterday, we had a lovely run out as a family, but early in the journey we were on the inside lane of a dual carriageway with a 30mph limit, at 30mph... When the Nissan Note, running parallel moved to the inside lane.... As in, turned left, whilst the asre of their car was alongside the drivers door of the Ur. Being slighly on the ball, I jabbled the brake in time, to watch the 'Note' sweep nonchalantly into our lane only several inches off the nose of £2000.00 worth of Ur front bumper....
On a positive note, followed a beautifully driven Ferrari 458 out of Petworth yesterday in the Ur, we made clean progress over the A272 through several overtakes, all drama less.... And the noise....
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Then today, out in the S2, 50 limit, clear view ahead and at 45mph, I spot a car 300yds ahead turning out to join our direction from the right... Its stationary, and remains so.... Until about 200yds, when it turns out, so I gently brake and await it to accelerate up to the 50mph limit.... Oh, not a fo0kin chance...
28mph... and that's it... Albert is in his late seventies.... So, being equipped with a car of adequate performance, I dinks it down to second and executes a blistering full boost overtake, 'whhoop-Bang' and its done, 50mph again and happy days....
oh no, no chance, Albert angrily flashes his lights at the noisy green estate with a family of four and a mad collie in the back and precedes to now, finally. accelerate up to speed and glue himself to the rear bumper....Oh happy days.... Sunday, blo0dy Sunday... Angry post office piddle. Anyway, to cut a cr&p story short, the road leads onto a dual carriageway section up a sweeping set of bends, so I stick to fifty and Albert swings out for the overtake, and I lazily match Albert as he runs out of steam on the rising gradient.... 55mph, 60mph... Still together... Dog barking, kids waving.... Oh, silly me, foot slips....Full boost..... Exit one S2.... Albert dispatched....
Seriously though, standard of driving has been pretty P|sspoor this weekend, it appears the weekenders and the random bikers have lost the knack over the long winter months...
Well, what can I say other than explain the cretinatious, crass, stupidity that has afflicted our weekends driving enjoyment and the frustration from a nation of t0ssers...
With the Ur yesterday, we had a lovely run out as a family, but early in the journey we were on the inside lane of a dual carriageway with a 30mph limit, at 30mph... When the Nissan Note, running parallel moved to the inside lane.... As in, turned left, whilst the asre of their car was alongside the drivers door of the Ur. Being slighly on the ball, I jabbled the brake in time, to watch the 'Note' sweep nonchalantly into our lane only several inches off the nose of £2000.00 worth of Ur front bumper....
On a positive note, followed a beautifully driven Ferrari 458 out of Petworth yesterday in the Ur, we made clean progress over the A272 through several overtakes, all drama less.... And the noise....
...Then today, out in the S2, 50 limit, clear view ahead and at 45mph, I spot a car 300yds ahead turning out to join our direction from the right... Its stationary, and remains so.... Until about 200yds, when it turns out, so I gently brake and await it to accelerate up to the 50mph limit.... Oh, not a fo0kin chance...
28mph... and that's it... Albert is in his late seventies.... So, being equipped with a car of adequate performance, I dinks it down to second and executes a blistering full boost overtake, 'whhoop-Bang' and its done, 50mph again and happy days....oh no, no chance, Albert angrily flashes his lights at the noisy green estate with a family of four and a mad collie in the back and precedes to now, finally. accelerate up to speed and glue himself to the rear bumper....Oh happy days.... Sunday, blo0dy Sunday... Angry post office piddle. Anyway, to cut a cr&p story short, the road leads onto a dual carriageway section up a sweeping set of bends, so I stick to fifty and Albert swings out for the overtake, and I lazily match Albert as he runs out of steam on the rising gradient.... 55mph, 60mph... Still together... Dog barking, kids waving.... Oh, silly me, foot slips....Full boost..... Exit one S2.... Albert dispatched....

Seriously though, standard of driving has been pretty P|sspoor this weekend, it appears the weekenders and the random bikers have lost the knack over the long winter months...

totally....dont know how many outside lane huggers persisted me off this weekend, every day is becoming a bleedin' Sunday....


. Then I become a tosser and overtake one after another, I need to get to work after all!

bad enough in a straight line but please, cars full of kids not in child seats the list is endless.


That is scary
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