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I cannot think of anything funny to say
It seems wrong to do a note to maniac driver when said maniac driver actually hits someone. This complete idiot in his shiny shiny new Range Rover had been trying to stuff it up my exhaust for the past 5 miles. Apparently I am not going fast enough* and at some point he decides to overtake. On a road where that really isn't a good idea when it's virtually empty, let alone on a Friday afternoon.
So, he overtakes and I end up braking hard to let him in again because I a) don't want him to thunder on into oncoming traffic and b) did I mention this is not my car? He can push this Micra off the road without blinking. So now he's stuck between two Micras. And he proceeds to try and climb up the Micra now in front of him.
Anyone want to guess what happened next?
No-one?
I'll just have to guess myself.
The Micra in front slows down a bit because of rather nasty pothole coming up, fuckwitted idiot in nice shiny extension of dick isn't paying attention and drives into the Micra, which promptly and, I somehow suspect, rather involuntarily speeds up again. Now, you'd expect both drivers to pull over as soon as possible, right?
Wrong.
Well, the Micra pulled over. The Range Rover just kept right on trucking. I pulled over and asked the people in the other car if they were okay (thank heavens they were). The passenger got the license plate number and the driver was calling the police. They told me they didn't need my help, so I went on my way. (Housemate later suggested I could've left my number in case they needed a witness. Next time 'll do that. It just completely slipped my mind.)
Someone remind me why I thought a license was a good thing?
* I'm doing the speed limit of that road and, yes, slowing down where needed. I like to keep this car on the road and out of the hedges, honestly. I've always been taught it's terribly bad form to wreck someone else's car.
(Also, I need another WTF?! icon. Something less silly. This one isn't always appropriate.)
So, he overtakes and I end up braking hard to let him in again because I a) don't want him to thunder on into oncoming traffic and b) did I mention this is not my car? He can push this Micra off the road without blinking. So now he's stuck between two Micras. And he proceeds to try and climb up the Micra now in front of him.
Anyone want to guess what happened next?
No-one?
I'll just have to guess myself.
The Micra in front slows down a bit because of rather nasty pothole coming up, fuckwitted idiot in nice shiny extension of dick isn't paying attention and drives into the Micra, which promptly and, I somehow suspect, rather involuntarily speeds up again. Now, you'd expect both drivers to pull over as soon as possible, right?
Wrong.
Well, the Micra pulled over. The Range Rover just kept right on trucking. I pulled over and asked the people in the other car if they were okay (thank heavens they were). The passenger got the license plate number and the driver was calling the police. They told me they didn't need my help, so I went on my way. (Housemate later suggested I could've left my number in case they needed a witness. Next time 'll do that. It just completely slipped my mind.)
Someone remind me why I thought a license was a good thing?
* I'm doing the speed limit of that road and, yes, slowing down where needed. I like to keep this car on the road and out of the hedges, honestly. I've always been taught it's terribly bad form to wreck someone else's car.
(Also, I need another WTF?! icon. Something less silly. This one isn't always appropriate.)
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