Well, I flew back to the UK yesterday, but I spent most of the day sleeping. So, today, I thought I'd better go for a drive; mainly to get used to operating a transmission manually, and driving on the "right" side of the road again, before I venture on to the M25 to work tomorrow morning.
I go for a casual drive around town, a little jaunt along the A13 dual carriageway, and then a sprint along some back roads. While going along at maybe... 60 mph, there is a whole family, with prams, walking down the lane, side by side, wide enough to block nearly the entire lane. There is a car coming the other way, and I have to brake pretty hard (though not an emergency brake) to be able to nip safely in to the other lane after the oncoming car has passed. As I drive on, I can see most of the rag-tag bunch waving politely at me in the mirror.
On the way back, I slow up and wind down the window. They shout a little abuse at me, and I ask them whether they thought it was a good idea to push their children along the middle of a 60 mph road. One of the skank squad screeches back that it’s “not a ******* 60 mile an hour road”, to which I remind her that’s unfortunately what the sign says. Her retort is “not when my ******* kids are on it”, so I say “then it’s your ****** problem when I run them over”.
At this point their brains are cranking over, processing the words I’ve said, when the fattest of the bunch, probably the father, decides to chase after me… when I’m driving a car. I roll along, so slow that the engine is working harder to run the climate control than move the car, with this fatso flailing his porky limbs as fast as he can. I rapidly get bored, speed off, hopefully having managed to spit some grit in his face.
I acted like a ****, just because they were so ridiculously stupid, and don’t deserve the benefits they are no doubt claiming.
Either way, who the hell is clueless enough to walk their entire family along a 60 mph road that people do drive fast on, taking up an entire lane?
I go for a casual drive around town, a little jaunt along the A13 dual carriageway, and then a sprint along some back roads. While going along at maybe... 60 mph, there is a whole family, with prams, walking down the lane, side by side, wide enough to block nearly the entire lane. There is a car coming the other way, and I have to brake pretty hard (though not an emergency brake) to be able to nip safely in to the other lane after the oncoming car has passed. As I drive on, I can see most of the rag-tag bunch waving politely at me in the mirror.
On the way back, I slow up and wind down the window. They shout a little abuse at me, and I ask them whether they thought it was a good idea to push their children along the middle of a 60 mph road. One of the skank squad screeches back that it’s “not a ******* 60 mile an hour road”, to which I remind her that’s unfortunately what the sign says. Her retort is “not when my ******* kids are on it”, so I say “then it’s your ****** problem when I run them over”.
At this point their brains are cranking over, processing the words I’ve said, when the fattest of the bunch, probably the father, decides to chase after me… when I’m driving a car. I roll along, so slow that the engine is working harder to run the climate control than move the car, with this fatso flailing his porky limbs as fast as he can. I rapidly get bored, speed off, hopefully having managed to spit some grit in his face.
I acted like a ****, just because they were so ridiculously stupid, and don’t deserve the benefits they are no doubt claiming.
Either way, who the hell is clueless enough to walk their entire family along a 60 mph road that people do drive fast on, taking up an entire lane?
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