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Coming home from my parents tonight, I join the M11 southbound from the A11. This stretch of motorway is only 2 lanes, and even at almost 10PM on a Sunday night, is still pretty busy. I'm on cruise control at 70MPH as much as possible. I move out to join the flow of traffic in lane 2 passing the trucks and such in lane 1. I leave it on 70MPH, but a car comes up behind me. I don't like to dawdle in the overtaking lane when others want to get a move on, and there's a gap building ahead of me, so I squeeze the throttle a bit to override cruise, speed up and, get past the slower traffic a bit quicker.
This isn't good enough for old mate, who gets right up close to my bumper, I almost can't see his headlights below my boot lid. There isn't really room for me to move back into lane 1 without having to brake sharply or end up not being able to move out again, so I keep speeding up gently. I get to 80MPH and he's still sitting right up my backside. **** you I think, I'm doing more than enough to accommodate you. Any faster and I'll be up the backside of the traffic in front of me, so I just carry on until I'm past the slower traffic in lane 1, then move over.
As he passes me, I look right and give him my best "really, ********?" look. Can see its a young guy who looks over, typical one hand at 12 o'clock on the wheel, other hand possibly gesticulating at me, not sure, bit dark. It's a silver MK5 Fiesta. Whatever, he gets on to tail gaiting the guy ahead, I tut to myself and forget about it, and he eventually disappears.
About 20 minutes later, further south past Stansted Airport, I start to see the matrix signs showing "50" and "Report of Accident" and traffic bunches up a bit. Eventually we pass the scene and I see the same MK5 silver Fiesta on the verge, front driver's side caved in, with a young guy and someone else walking toward a white Corsa, back caved in, about 100 yards ahead of it. No one in either car, so presumably the occupants remonstrating with each other.
Rough justice. Hope Mr Corsa takes him to the cleaners.
Coming home from my parents tonight, I join the M11 southbound from the A11. This stretch of motorway is only 2 lanes, and even at almost 10PM on a Sunday night, is still pretty busy. I'm on cruise control at 70MPH as much as possible. I move out to join the flow of traffic in lane 2 passing the trucks and such in lane 1. I leave it on 70MPH, but a car comes up behind me. I don't like to dawdle in the overtaking lane when others want to get a move on, and there's a gap building ahead of me, so I squeeze the throttle a bit to override cruise, speed up and, get past the slower traffic a bit quicker.
This isn't good enough for old mate, who gets right up close to my bumper, I almost can't see his headlights below my boot lid. There isn't really room for me to move back into lane 1 without having to brake sharply or end up not being able to move out again, so I keep speeding up gently. I get to 80MPH and he's still sitting right up my backside. **** you I think, I'm doing more than enough to accommodate you. Any faster and I'll be up the backside of the traffic in front of me, so I just carry on until I'm past the slower traffic in lane 1, then move over.
As he passes me, I look right and give him my best "really, ********?" look. Can see its a young guy who looks over, typical one hand at 12 o'clock on the wheel, other hand possibly gesticulating at me, not sure, bit dark. It's a silver MK5 Fiesta. Whatever, he gets on to tail gaiting the guy ahead, I tut to myself and forget about it, and he eventually disappears.
About 20 minutes later, further south past Stansted Airport, I start to see the matrix signs showing "50" and "Report of Accident" and traffic bunches up a bit. Eventually we pass the scene and I see the same MK5 silver Fiesta on the verge, front driver's side caved in, with a young guy and someone else walking toward a white Corsa, back caved in, about 100 yards ahead of it. No one in either car, so presumably the occupants remonstrating with each other.
Rough justice. Hope Mr Corsa takes him to the cleaners.
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