One of the joys of having a blog is being able to rant about things, and not really care who reads it – if anyone. So this will be the first of many as I do like a good rant.
Anyway, enough waffle, onto the main crux of the rant – drivers. Now before I start, I’d like to point out that I’m not the greatest driver in the world, and have been known to not signal at a roundabout, or stay in the middle lane slightly longer than normal, but having to experience the M25 on a daily basis, during rush hour makes me look like Jenson Button.
Firstly, the middle lane hoggers. You know the ones – they join the motorway, move in a lane and sit there, doing 60, while chaos ensues around them. Everyone should be in the onside lane unless a) they are overtaking, or b) it filters off. This morning, they were everywhere. I flash them, and nothing. Other people flash them, and nothing. At one point, approaching J9, the 2 middle lanes were taken up by these people, causing chaos. The only saving grace is seeing grumpy BMW and Audi drivers start to steam.
Which beings me onto my second bugbear – drivers of large German cars. More specifically, BMW and Audi drivers. Now don’t get me wrong, not all the drivers of these cars are inconsiderate pricks, but it’s the ones that feel that because they have a large german car, that they somehow have more right to be on the road than me. They seem to think they can use whatever lane they like for overtaking, feel no need to indicate, and think sitting 3 millimetres from my bumper is gonna make me go faster. There is however, no greater sight than seeing one of these idiots, in their designer suits, getting pulled over by PC Plod. Almost as satisfying as seeing the third of my hated types of drivers – boy racers.
You know the type – they have a 1.2l Corsa with blacked out windows, a big exhaust and a sound system that shakes out your fillings. They seem to think that they are the greatest drivers on earth, and as such are invincible. Only tonight, one of these shitgibbons thought cutting me up on a roundabout was clever and funny. I flashed him, he gave me the finger. As luck would have it, we pulled up next to each other at the next set of lights. Oh how I laughed as his acne ridden mate wound down his window to give me a volley of abuse just as the lights changed, I pulled away, and there was an almighty ‘bang’ from his car, and a fair bit of smoke.
Feels much better now, thanks for listening 🙂