I mostly spot the lane changers

<grin>

Yeah. Still annoying thobut.

 

"contact lenses".

 

I will admit to a long squirt of chain lube (the can was in my tank
bag) through the open window of a particularly irritating twat's car,
one summer in Central London, many moons ago.

 

With an acid base a-la 'Wasp'[1]? So that when they try to remove it they
acid micro-capsules break and acid-etch the message onto the
windscreen?

Phil

[1] Eric Frank Russell. Good bit of early sci-fi that is still fairly
readable today. Especially since it fairly accurately portrays the US
today..

 

<Harry Enfield Scouser mode>

Calm down, calm down. It's only a wanker and no matter what you managed to
convey to him, he'll not change his shitty driving habits.

My brother's a "screamer" and I usually watch the actions and hear the
yelled words with amusement coz he's under the impression he's "got one
over" on the driver of the offending motor. He's wrong though, coz it keeps
happening.


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And getting an ASBO for his trouble?

And hope he can't read fucking number plates. kicking a car may make you
feel good when you do it, but it's a bit of a **** later on.


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My favourite was my friend who got cut up particulary nastily.

He took off his lid and smacked it down hard into the centre of the
guys roof.

He got the message my mate was a tad miffed.

Paul.

 

And in the process of shitting himself, he moves the steering wheel *wich*
way? Towards you or away from you. I hope you know the answer to that.

And you kicking his car would get you precisely what?

Why would he wind the window down for a **** who's already been kicking his
door?

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It does no such thing. By the time he made his "peace", *you* would've
already battered his door. Or in the real world, not.

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**** moving. I've had cars drift over towards me, and i've stood my
ground. Mind you, this was on the FJ1200 with dirty great crash bars
down the side of it.

I've also had one come over and try to shift the Bandit. He stopped
when he made contact, and he realised I wasn't going to move over for
him.

**** em, tho' it might be diffferent if someone does a quick jink into
my lane, as i'll likely end up in the armco

Paul.

 

We didn't have road rage when Methuselah was around.


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I'm going to stick my head well above the parapet here...

I was in the position of the car driver in a 'biker'/wing mirror
incident a few weeks back.

I'd driven Anya to Cardiff to see a concert and was leaving her Aunt's
place. As you come out you go onto a dual carriageway and then merge
to the right onto another dual, so it's basically a 4 lane road for
about 500 metres where all the merging takes place.

I was in lane 2 and accelerating to move into lane 3, indicating and
looking to see what was in 3. And saw a 125 on L-plates coming down,
but well off behind me.

Thought about moving out and _just_ started too (but hadn't left my
lane), but realised that I couldn't comfortably tell how fast he was
going, and I was running out of room to speed up more, so I backed off
and stayed in lane 2.

All the time I was watching him in the mirror. I saw that despite him
being a bloody long way off, he'd panicked, braked hard and wobbled a
bit. Stayed on, and at no point had we actually come within 100
meters of each other.

So, I carry on up lane 2 to an island, despite it not being the way I
want to go and stop in a queue for the roundabout. Matey on l-plated
125 comes up alongside me and starts full-on screaming that I'd nearly
killed him. I wound the passenger window down a bit, and shouted that
I was sorry and I'd had a hard time working out where he was going and
that's why I'd stayed put rather than coming out. Matey still carried
on screaming at me that I'd nearly killed him.

My patience is wearing a little at this point as he wasn't just
accepting the apology (despite me actually going out of my way not to
kill him), and I've got my 1 month old son in a carseat right in front
of still screaming matey on l-plates, so I decide it's time to leave
as the queue has moved on. Wound the window up and drove off.

Matey then comes flying up between the cars, wobbling all over the
shop, tries to kick the car and punch my mirror at the same time. He
managed to contact the mirror and smashed it.

So, I've now had to replace a mirror on a year-old car, simply because
some little Welsh **** hasn't bothered to take his bike test but has
listened to all the advice about punching mirrors to "teach drivers a
lesson". I've punched them myself in the past, but this has taught me
it's not always as clear-cut as in Simon's case and we should be a
little more careful before we jump down the criminal damage route.

That said, if I'd not had a queue in front of me after he'd done the
mirror, I'd have quite happily knocked the little fucker off.

 

If I hadn't moved I would've been off, deffo.

That's exactly what it was, a jink. I just had no time to do anything.

 

I am normally quite calm, I think.

It *really* put the wind up me though, I think the yelling was part of that.

It feels like it's taken all day for the adrenalin to go.

 

Burn him! Burn the witch!

 

You had Essex boys with swords on their chariot wheels.

 

Sounds like a right little turd. I've only done the mirror thing once
(& that was a clear-cut as it gets), but booted doors several times
during my days of commuting up & down the M5. You don't exactly get
much force when swinging a leg out sideways so it doesn't do any
damage, just wakes them up & reminds them of blind spots.

They always just jump out their skin & pull back into the space they
were vacating, usually with an apologetic wave, & never report it to
the police (so that's Beav wrong on all counts).

If he's Welsh, he's suffered enough[1].

[1] Just filling in for Bear while he's away.

 

I've heard that an imitation hand-grenade, tossed over the driver's
shoulder into the back seat, works wonders.

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Good, good

I was going to whinge about you (as a biker in a car) should know
better and give the bike some room.

But this makes it less clear cut. Sounds like he panicked, shat his
pants and took it out on you / your car.

Paul.

 

I re-read that for the severalth time recently. Timeless.