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I was was driving down a residential road that has cars parked on both sides along a slight left hand bend, as I approached I slowed right down ~10mph maybe as I'm aware that morons drive like complete morons at far too much speed just assuming you can magically vanish your car out the way, when a car appears at close to the speed of sound (prob in excess of the 30 limit) I've slowed to a crawl and had to try and wedge a Volvo with the turning circle of a oil platform in to a space the size of a micra. There's barely space to get by so said approaching car has to slow finally so it doesn't hit my rear quarter and I can pull round the back a bit so he can get through easier. While doing so I'm muttering that if he'd slowed down a bit it would have been a bit easier and he's eyeballing me and as I pull out of the space behind him he tried to reverse in to me, fortunately I saw him coming and managed to brake so he missed me. He then drove off gesturing out the window.
Annoyingly dash cam video doesn't show his reg clearly enough due to the glare to report him.
I honestly don't know what goes on in some people's heads when they get in a car.
Shit/uninsured/nicked car and doesn't car about smashing theirs up and/or fancied a bit of crash for cash. Reversing into people is a classic for that. Though sounds like he saw red.
It was a fairly good nick 12 plate Peugeot I think. If he had hit me there could be little argument as he would have gone in to my side between the doors somewhere.
Driver was a 'seat at 9'o'clock, driving like he's a gangsta from the Wire, surprised if he could see over the steering wheel' type
Driver was a ‘seat at 9’o’clock, driving like he’s a gangsta from the Wire, surprised if he could see over the steering wheel’ type
Classic Peugeot driver.
Scum.
Forget about it
I helped marshal a local charity family ride on Saturday, some 50 bikes with over half being children. Just a freindly family ride around the town. The vast majority of folk stopping to wave etc.
Except one or two...
Respectable looking chap in a 14 reg Merc decides I am his sworn enemy for the day & that I need to be called every name under the sun for daring blocking the road to stop him trying to career down the outside of our 30 metre long group. We were only on the road for a couple of hundred metres before turning off again.
Then the bus driver who sat with his horn blaring whilst he tries to edges ten tonnes of bus out in the middle of the group, frightening some of the children to tears.
Then the Octavia VRS who bravely waited until the last bike had cleared the junction before venting his anger with another blaring horn.
Some right arseholes around.
Some right arseholes around.
About sums it up!