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I farking laughed and laughed after this.
Last weekend I loaded up my Volvo estate with trash for the tip, drove to the end of our road, looked both ways to find that the road was clear and pulled out. Looking in my mirror I was surprised to discover a black BMW that had been very far away right on my arse, flashing his main beams. Like right on my arse. He'd either been travelling very much faster than I'd expected or had sped up as I pulled out. Or both. Either way, he was obviously now in a mood to 'teach me a lesson' about interupting his very important journey and impeding his process. When I looked back again he had disappeared and now I found him overtaking me (on a pelican zig-zag btw) only to slam on his brakes right in front of me and then proceed to drive along at 2mph.
Fifty yards down the road he sped up again. Obviously he'd mad his point and off he drove. So I followed him. It was a bank holiday and I didn't have much to do. And then I followed him some more. And then I continued to follow him. I maintained a safe distance, and when he stopped at junctions I pulled up behind him, expressionless and followed him when he moved off. And I followed him some more. He couldn't have been under any doubt that I was following him because he drove around in circles, drove out of town on country lanes and back in to town around the houses. We went past B&Q three times. Every time he stopped I pulled right up to his bumper and he got the expressionless 1000 yard stare. Straight at him unblinking. And his behaviour became increasingly erratic as he tried to lose me. My old Volvo might be a barge (that's full of bags of rubbish and compost!) but it's got a turbo and a big engine and no matter how hard he tried to accelerate he just couldn't get away - even on open roads. I'm just there. Eventually, after about fifty minutes of this he drives to the ring road and heads off down the slip road at full chat. He must of been doing in excess of 100mph, but there's lots of traffic around so he cant get away. I pretty quickly cruise up behind him. He ducks into the slow lane to undertake a row of cars and I wait patiently behind until they all pull over and there I am behind him again. And so on.
At the point of no return, as the last exit of the ring road turns off to Copmanthorpe I peel off and leave him to it. As he's still frantically weaving in and out of traffic trying to shake me.
I ran him out of town! Ha farking ha!
Last weekend I loaded up my Volvo estate with trash for the tip, drove to the end of our road, looked both ways to find that the road was clear and pulled out. Looking in my mirror I was surprised to discover a black BMW that had been very far away right on my arse, flashing his main beams. Like right on my arse. He'd either been travelling very much faster than I'd expected or had sped up as I pulled out. Or both. Either way, he was obviously now in a mood to 'teach me a lesson' about interupting his very important journey and impeding his process. When I looked back again he had disappeared and now I found him overtaking me (on a pelican zig-zag btw) only to slam on his brakes right in front of me and then proceed to drive along at 2mph.
Fifty yards down the road he sped up again. Obviously he'd mad his point and off he drove. So I followed him. It was a bank holiday and I didn't have much to do. And then I followed him some more. And then I continued to follow him. I maintained a safe distance, and when he stopped at junctions I pulled up behind him, expressionless and followed him when he moved off. And I followed him some more. He couldn't have been under any doubt that I was following him because he drove around in circles, drove out of town on country lanes and back in to town around the houses. We went past B&Q three times. Every time he stopped I pulled right up to his bumper and he got the expressionless 1000 yard stare. Straight at him unblinking. And his behaviour became increasingly erratic as he tried to lose me. My old Volvo might be a barge (that's full of bags of rubbish and compost!) but it's got a turbo and a big engine and no matter how hard he tried to accelerate he just couldn't get away - even on open roads. I'm just there. Eventually, after about fifty minutes of this he drives to the ring road and heads off down the slip road at full chat. He must of been doing in excess of 100mph, but there's lots of traffic around so he cant get away. I pretty quickly cruise up behind him. He ducks into the slow lane to undertake a row of cars and I wait patiently behind until they all pull over and there I am behind him again. And so on.
At the point of no return, as the last exit of the ring road turns off to Copmanthorpe I peel off and leave him to it. As he's still frantically weaving in and out of traffic trying to shake me.
I ran him out of town! Ha farking ha!
