coming home last night I'd a very near miss with one o them "does their mom know they're out" drivers...
dead straight section of dual carriageway maybe 1Km long; traffic lights half way along (with a 3rd lane for a RH turn) and at the far end. There's parked cars in the left hand lane just after the first set of lights so I always take the right lane to avoid them (getting into the correct lane for a right turn a little later)... anyway...
I'm nearing the first set of lights (why are they always red??) when this silver blur shoots up inside me, pulls in front of me and does an emergency stop to avoid running the red light... Forced into avoiding giving this clown a Landrover suppository really cought my attention...While waiting for the lights to change I notice that the poor kid has an abnormal object stuck to its left ear, the left hand covering said object presumably to hide the embarrisment??. Not only that, there's a fasination for the contents of what looked to be a shoulder bag neatly stashed behind the hand-brake lever, the contents being so engaging that the changing of the lights went totally unobserved...
I count to 10... drumming fingers on the wheel patiently before giving a Mk1 toot on the horn... then the fun started...
without looking up (had to be somethin real good in the bag) the accelerator was floored... clutch let out and the blur promptly launched itself at the trafic light in the central reserve... I crept forward real slowly... repeating the Mk1 toot thinkin maybe, just maybe it'll spur its braincell into action...
Just as I'm anticipating the crunch, the braincell fired, yanking the wheel hard to the left, accelerator still nailed to the floor; resulting left swerve was harsh enough to cause the right ear to smack against the door window hard enough for me to wince... not hard enough to dislodge the left hand from the ear... (superglue??)
The blur then starts to fishtail like crazy, narrowly avoiding the parked cars, smoke belching from the tyres (I'd hate to be that clutch) before the gear change, correction of vector and woosh.........it's gone....
I cought up with it at the next set of lights, drawing alongside this time; the left hand's still stuck to the ear.. the right's now gingerly exploring the very red right ear, the head's stuck back in the bag, again oblivious to the lights...
This whole streach of road is a 30 zone..
the clown..?? a guy... early 20's in a MGF...