And the worst road users are.....
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Linford
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They always will though. People aren't interested in people unless they are very different or very famous.
I owned this for about 10 years. I always had a crowd around it when I parked it up.
400bhp
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Corrected it for you.
hehe absolutely this. I used to have a jag xjs (the poor man's straight 6, not the V12) One morning, typical of the winter, the locks had frozen and I stood warming the key off a ciggy lighter when two schoolkids, probably 10 or 12 yr old came by. One said "wow whats that car?" and they stopped to have a look. They asked a few more questions and then wandered off. None of these questions were addressed to me, I was rendered invisible by the car. That or they thought I was a very casual thief and ignored me.
Linford
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It was the most hateful thing you might imagine to drive. It smoked like a trooper, and the handling was terrible. Give me performance bike anyday....I in fact got rid of it to give my bike space in the garage.
Linford
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I don't actually get that with the bike. They like the bike, but also try to engage in conversation about it...'how fast does it go mister' etc etc
Linford
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[QUOTE 2324498, member: 45"]I'm upset now, as you've dropped from 100%
People don't usually get a sense of being wronged unless they have been. I would say that you got it wrong, and they let you know that.
Now what happened with the bike test to stop you from having another go at it ?
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People don't usually get a sense of being wronged unless they have been. I would say that you got it wrong, and they let you know that.
Now what happened with the bike test to stop you from having another go at it ?
I'm struggling to get used to this with the car I've got now - during the summer random people walking past my house just saunter into my garage and start asking questions. I don't mind of course but I still find it a bit odd
Linford
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You don't feel at all uneasy about it ?
Someone unscrewed my garage door off its hinges a while back and took my Giant roadie after seeing me go thought the side gate with it. They left the shiny motorbike and selection of sockets and spanners along side it. I don't do any work now in view of the road as I have so many light fingered chavs from the nearby council estate coming through. They also make a point from time to time of having one walking on the pavement, and one on the road to case the cars and see if anybody has left anything worth knocking a window out for.
Ah well I have since identified all these people as curious neighbours from either my street or the next, we don't get much through-traffic down our road. The one that was most dodgy but ended well was one of the local barries in his corsa on his usual evening "crooz" of the surrounding villages spotted the garage door was open. skinhead youth with gold accessories and tattoos plus 3 mates all got out and came for a look and I was a bit nervous but they were genuinely interested and asked some surprisingly sensible and astute questions (and not all about my security provisions either!)
Maz
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I'm sorry to hear that. It's not a nice feeling being the victim of crime.
An anecdote, by way of aside, about people's sense of being wronged. I had a mindblowingly smug commute home on Monday. I am a fairly smug commuter by default, but this was off the scale. I often choose a route that finishes on a three-mile downhill on the way in to work, so I am almost always faster than the other traffic, but of course it's three miles uphill from the off on the way back, so I am generally obliged to reign in the sense of superiority a little. On Monday, however, a brisk tailwind conspired with multiple roadworks to make me the unchallenged god of the A4118. I left a sorry trail of frustrated, impotent and sluggish motorists stretching from the city centre to the Uplands and beyond, and as the Sketty Road flattened out before me the traffic ahead came to a complete standstill as far as the eye could see. It wasn't until I zipped to the head of the queue that I realized they were waiting at a three-way temporary traffic light. The car at the front was way ahead of where it was supposed to wait, so I slotted into an accommodating variation on pole position, ahead of a single car that was waiting patiently to join from a side road immediately before the roadworks. A lengthy wait ensued, presumably accounted for by the phase in favour of the minor road in the three-way, at which no traffic had been waiting. Then a curious thing happened. A second before our light turned green, an oncoming car entered the rather lengthy roadworks. It's possible that the lights were not working correctly, but I am making an uncharitable guess that the driver had simply got fed up with waiting and decided to give it a go. We had little option but to wait. There was a pause, although not one long enough for the first car to emerge, and two more oncoming cars followed suit. It was clear that by the time they reached the end, our light was likely to be red again. Piqued horns were sounded. The second and third cars had caught up with the first, and I had decided to risk unpopularity by refusing to jump the next red, blocking the traffic behind, and restoring the rightful sequence of things. I steeled myself and waited for the three miscreant cars to reach us, preparing to make the blocking move if the light went amber or red. Then something extraordinary happened. A man some way back in the queue pulled out, sped to the front, and screeched to a halt, slotting his vehicle neatly into the entrance/exit like cork in a bottle. His mouth was square, and he was making extravagant gestures demanding that the offenders reverse. I reiterate that it was a long way. The oncoming car stopped - they were bumper to bumper. The third car in the oncoming trio edged closer to the second, and leaned on the horn (a bit rich, I thought). This ushered in a symphony of horns. No-one was going anywhere. No-one except me, that is. The light was still green! I squeezed past the intransigent quartet and made a dash for it. I felt sorry for the patient, untooting chap behind me, but not sorry enough to stop me laughing like a drain most of the way home. What is it with turkeys and Christmas? I might go that way again tonight, in search of more of the joys of traffic congestion.
