Not sure if it was the car, but on a long drive home from my parents last night, I seemed to attract all sorts of dickheads. Heading from Thetford back to Kent, the M11 was closed near Stanstead, so I decided to take a slower but more direct route down through Bury, Sudbury, Braintree and Witham to join the A12. Actually quite enjoyed the drive most of the way (lots of empty, fast flowing A-roads most of the way) until I came through Witham and ended up getting tailgated by various mouth breathers (culminating in being pushed along the slip road onto the A12 by a decatted diesel Seat Leon with 4D plates and window tints) who showed me who was boss by making sure he got straight into the outside lane and booted it past me as we joined the carriageway. Mate...I'm just trying to get home. I'm really not interested that your diesel hatchback is faster than me. Go away.
Then on the A12, got harassed by some dickhead in an X5, who, after I overtook him, got right up close to my rear bumper then pulled out alongside me and just sat there - whether goading me to race or just trying to take a look I don't know, but I just ignored it and pulled off toward the M25. Where I immediately ran into an Audi Q7 waiting at the junction, who promptly took offence at me timing my approach so I could efficiently roll past him just as the lights went green, by booting it off the line and then not bothering to stay in the lanes of the roundabout, thus causing me to swerve (because he's in an Audi and absolutely must not let anyone pass him).
To be fair, it might just be because it was a Sunday night in Essex, rather than anything to do with the car, but I couldn't help thinking that I'd have had less trouble in something more mundane. Apart from the Audi driver - he wouldn't of known what I was in, but of course, he was in a massive Audi which always appears to be inversely proportional to the size of the drivers' manhood, and driving like a tool seems to be mandatory anyway.
Rant over
Then on the A12, got harassed by some dickhead in an X5, who, after I overtook him, got right up close to my rear bumper then pulled out alongside me and just sat there - whether goading me to race or just trying to take a look I don't know, but I just ignored it and pulled off toward the M25. Where I immediately ran into an Audi Q7 waiting at the junction, who promptly took offence at me timing my approach so I could efficiently roll past him just as the lights went green, by booting it off the line and then not bothering to stay in the lanes of the roundabout, thus causing me to swerve (because he's in an Audi and absolutely must not let anyone pass him).
To be fair, it might just be because it was a Sunday night in Essex, rather than anything to do with the car, but I couldn't help thinking that I'd have had less trouble in something more mundane. Apart from the Audi driver - he wouldn't of known what I was in, but of course, he was in a massive Audi which always appears to be inversely proportional to the size of the drivers' manhood, and driving like a tool seems to be mandatory anyway.
Rant over
