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Evening all,
I've just got to post this, others need to be told!!
Tonight, having just seen 'The Departed' (very good btw) and on my way home afterwards travelling along the Avenue (locals to Southampton will know this road well) towards the M3. I find myself behind one of these little things. Fine, I think, not only is he trying to bully his way past other traffic but he's got a rubbish personalised number plate (think it was supposed to say 'Rocket'). We approach the small roundabout halfway to the M3 and I'm behind this chump, he's in the left lane and I'm in the right, about to run past him on the inside when he drifts into my path, 'no problem', thinks I, as we're only doing about 20 and I wasn't close enough to be hit. He then proceeds to drift on over back to the left lane after the roundabout and I decide to at least draw level with him so I can look over and give him the look that lets you know you're a knob. Drawing level we (I had a mate in the car) notice he's wearing the biggest puffa jacket you've ever seen. So not only is he driving a turd, he's also incapable of operating the heating switches in his car, why else would anyone wear such a huge coat in such a small car? Anyway, I move on and decide against disappearing towards the motorway and opt for a rolling roadblock with the car which was infront of him, sometimes annoyance is the better part of revenge. Oh, how this annoyed my new friend, trying to drive up my exhaust, falling back then closing the distance with more speed than anyone should recommend. But I remained calm and didn't budge...until we neared the large roundabout at the end of the Avenue. I Drop to third, take the most appropriate line through to get onto the motorway slip road and proceed to dish it out to mr Crossfire who wanted a race so much but just lacked the abilty to find the proper line on a simple roundabout FFS. Sure he tried to use the mighty power of his Fisher Price rollerskate to catch up afterwards but it simply wasn't enough. He was probably moaning that I 'cheated' by using a corner.
Mix a massive lack of driving ability with one of those cars and you get two guys in a standard Cupra R laughing heartily at the events which have just taken place.
I've checked out the details on Crossfires. I'm at a loss to see how he did so poorly as they seem to be fairly capable according to Parkers.co.uk
I would like to have seen the look on the face of his passenger, be it girlfriend or homeboy, but couldn't see past his stupid coat to anyone or anything else in the car.
So to you, Crossfire pleb, thank you for the entertainment.
Goodnight all.
I've just got to post this, others need to be told!!
Tonight, having just seen 'The Departed' (very good btw) and on my way home afterwards travelling along the Avenue (locals to Southampton will know this road well) towards the M3. I find myself behind one of these little things. Fine, I think, not only is he trying to bully his way past other traffic but he's got a rubbish personalised number plate (think it was supposed to say 'Rocket'). We approach the small roundabout halfway to the M3 and I'm behind this chump, he's in the left lane and I'm in the right, about to run past him on the inside when he drifts into my path, 'no problem', thinks I, as we're only doing about 20 and I wasn't close enough to be hit. He then proceeds to drift on over back to the left lane after the roundabout and I decide to at least draw level with him so I can look over and give him the look that lets you know you're a knob. Drawing level we (I had a mate in the car) notice he's wearing the biggest puffa jacket you've ever seen. So not only is he driving a turd, he's also incapable of operating the heating switches in his car, why else would anyone wear such a huge coat in such a small car? Anyway, I move on and decide against disappearing towards the motorway and opt for a rolling roadblock with the car which was infront of him, sometimes annoyance is the better part of revenge. Oh, how this annoyed my new friend, trying to drive up my exhaust, falling back then closing the distance with more speed than anyone should recommend. But I remained calm and didn't budge...until we neared the large roundabout at the end of the Avenue. I Drop to third, take the most appropriate line through to get onto the motorway slip road and proceed to dish it out to mr Crossfire who wanted a race so much but just lacked the abilty to find the proper line on a simple roundabout FFS. Sure he tried to use the mighty power of his Fisher Price rollerskate to catch up afterwards but it simply wasn't enough. He was probably moaning that I 'cheated' by using a corner.
Mix a massive lack of driving ability with one of those cars and you get two guys in a standard Cupra R laughing heartily at the events which have just taken place.
I've checked out the details on Crossfires. I'm at a loss to see how he did so poorly as they seem to be fairly capable according to Parkers.co.uk
I would like to have seen the look on the face of his passenger, be it girlfriend or homeboy, but couldn't see past his stupid coat to anyone or anything else in the car.
So to you, Crossfire pleb, thank you for the entertainment.
Goodnight all.
