Had to go to Screwfix last night, in rather an emergency. As I was leaving, a car came roaring up my backside. So close, all I could see were his crappy blue LED washer jets. This was on one of those big industrial estates which tend to attract the local chavs (big wide ring road, lots of roundabouts, generally pretty empty after 7pm or so), and given that it was lashing with rain, I didn't particularly fancy having this dickhead joining me via my boot, so I quickly pulled over, let him pass, and pulled out behind him. Turned out it was a modified GT86 (which is odd, as the washer jets aren't even visible from the front) so whether he fancied trying to goad me into a play or something I'm not sure, but I wasn't really in the mood, having been in rather a rush to get home and spend my evening fixing a leaking dishwasher. I left him to it.
Today however, whilst I was out topping up the screenwash, one of my neighbours from several doors up (I don't know him all that well, but he commented on my GT86 last year) stopped as he drove past and complimented me on the car and the "lovely colour". Actually said "that's the GR isn't it?" so perhaps he is also a man of culture. Drives an AMG Merc of some sort, so obviously into cars himself.