On the way to Kentish Town early this evening, crossing Edgeware Road at the lights, in the left lane not signalling, was a bit offended by a posh Audi estate which went into the bicycle box a few feeet ahead of me on the right. I wondered if it was going to turn right but couldn't see its signals. When the lights hit green I moved forward. It was a bit slow off the mark so I accelerated. Heh heh! It came snortling past in good time to let me out past the parked cars, somehow managing though to seem a bit indignant as it did so. It was some sort of RS thingy. I chortled to my resignedly and only slightly alarmed wife: 'They can go like stuff off a whassername, those.'
She didn't bother to answer of course, but I didn't feel bad about my slight pushiness in my far-from-quick motor. I was keeping that RS bloke honest. Too often one has waited politely for one of these kings of the road to get their act together only to have them stick their pompous rump in your face and mimse thereafter. It's a public service to remind them that if they have the machine, and put it forward, they owe it to everyone to stay out of the damn way.
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I just lurve doing that sort of thing with my Pride. I just hope they can read the boot badges. ;>)
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All power to you Lud, old chap. Long may you continue putting these carphounds in their place. Do you fancy an all-expenses paid trip up to Southport to do your good works here...?
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fancy an all-expenses paid trip up to Southport
Mimsers in expensive cars up there Badwolf? The St John's Wood of the North West is it?
Nothing to be done about the brutes. There are too many.
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Ah,so - we're into the 21st Century, and those games are still being played eh Sire?
Oh, and btw - its wossaname :)
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Takes me back to the mk2 Escort my mate had when we were younger. Standard looking (slightly lower, fat wheels, that was it) hearing aid beige 1979 1100, complete with authentic original badges, and a 330 bhp Graham Goode fettled Cosworth YB under the bonnet.
It used to attract these kind of carphounds. And it never disappointed. :-)
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Like sitting in a Fabis Diesel VRS at the traffic lights, and guy next door in his BMW 3 litre scoffs at you like you belong on the sole of a shoe. So you take off together, let him have a run for his money, then floor it when you go into third.
And wave!
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