Gah. Women drivers.

Dropped the Quota after some dozy bint shunted me at a T-junction.

Then, as I wheeled it off the road to get her details, she sped off.

To be fair, I lost my temper big-stylee and pulled her door open and
bellowed at her, asking what the bloody hell the thought she was
doing, so I guess she was probably scared.

I thought I'd better contact the police, in the unlikely event there
was any serious damage I'd not noticed, but as I recounted my story I
found I wasn't sure of her registration number any longer.

Gah. Oddly, I felt a bit jumpy all the way home from work before the
collision. Spooky, eh?

 

Much damage?

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Nige,

BMW K1200S
Range Rover Vogue

 

Don't think so. If you recall seeing it at The Black Horse, it's
pretty scruffy anyway, so a couple of minor scratches won't hurt. I
was worrying about say a bent swingarm or something, but it was a very
low-speed shunt and I really just overbalanced and toppled over.
Guzzis are pretty solid so I doubt there will be any serious problems.

 

There can be mnore damage than you think if she hit the wheel fella.

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Nige,

BMW K1200S
Range Rover Vogue

 

Yes, which is why I wanted her details. I've seen twisted swingarms
before now. Well, *a* twisted swingarm.

The wheel itself looks OK; not obviously buckled and no obvious
runout. I'll check the spokes are all tight tomorrow morning and that
the bike tracks straight.

As I said, it was quite a light knock, just enough to throw me off
balance. Whatver she was driving had big plastic bumpers, so they
would've absorbed some of the impact and I don't recall seeing any
damage to her car.

 

Nige said:

Yep, and the fact the **** left the scene of an accident would **** me
right off.

 

Must be the day for it. I "disklocked" the Bandit in the carpark this
morning. Tore out the ABS wire and snapped it. I hate to think what
Suzuki are going to want for a new one. Maybe a bit of black gaffer
tape over the warning light will suffice for the time being.

No other damage bar a little scrape to the alternator cover though.

 

<spooky music>

Friday the 13th.

 

Well, I spent the rest of the day slinging racing cars off onto grass
as well so I'm glad they weren't mine.

Although I did keep the Formula Jaguar on the track even in the
pissing rain and posted a fairly respectable lap time.

Caterham 7s are hateful little things though.

 

That was what really annoyed me. Had she just moved out of the way of
other traffic and pulled over where I pointed to and apologised I'd
have calmend down, taken her details, made sure she was OK and been on
my way.

 

Sounds fun.

Really? I imagine they'd be a bit tail happy in the wet (plus probably
let the rain in) but the most fun I've ever had was a SWB Vitara in
RWD-only-mode in slippery conditions. Admittedly they'd weigh rather
more and have maybe a *fraction* less horsepower...

 

^^^^^^^^

bad form... correction

 

Friday 13th Ben....

My tale of woe, is a hell of a lot worse for today, but i can't really say
owt yet

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Nige,

BMW K1200S
Range Rover Vogue

 

You were so lovely when we met you
(marks PipL's card: 'dark side' )

 

Friday the 13th, you should have stayed in bed.

 

<resists>

 

That's probably the understatement of the decade.

And they're too small for normal people.

 

Oh, I broke my mobile, have spent 150 miles filtering in the dark and
pissing rain, and missed the Michael Macintyre gig last night as well.

Now the missus has just woken me up when I really could have done with
a lie in by insisting she feeds the baby in our bedroom.

He's got his own fucking bedroom. I know. I was my study. If he
doesn't want it, I'll have it back.

 

The 911 was my favourite. I just clicked with the car immediately and
could go fast without even trying.

Didn't like the Caterham, the Clio race car, the JP1 Le Mans car or
the karts (why are they always so bastard small?).

I wanted to like the Jag XK-R, but the traction control just made it
stupid. Unless the front wheels were point in a completely straight
line you could plant your foot right into the carpet and nothing at
all would happen. Although I did win fastest lap in that one.

The phrase "shut the **** up and let me drive" was said to the
instructor several times in the car. There's only so many times you
can hear "gas, gas, gas, smooth, smooth, brake hard, brake hard"
before you want to punch someone.

 

Heh. I very rarely lose my temper like that; it's an adrenaline thing.
Same with being theatened by dogs.

Don't make me angry. You won't like me when I'm angry.