ShipHill
Senior Member
- Location
- Worcestershire
Honestly I could scream at just how useless some car operatives are.
On my hols all week and I planned a nice wee 40 miler today. After about 30 miles the old legs are getting a wee bit tiredypoohs and I come across this wee hill on a B road and think "I'll do it in 2nd gear, save my legs for the long slope further along."
Just as I hit the bottom of the hill Joe Cardriver comes up behind and sits there... not overtaking.... in a high gear.
I think "come on sonny Jim... You've got plenty of room to get past... The top of the hill is ages away yet."
Nah they sit there crawling behind me. I'm doing about 8mph. Yeah I'm that slow.
Then we get past the point where he could've overtaken quite safely....
I think "I bet you overtake now you useless sausage"... but they don't
Now I get over the brow of the hill and I'm crackered to be honest. I'm going to stop and swig some water and recover a wee bit of breath.
They STILL won't go past me. You can see the dead straight road for about a 1/4 mile ahead at this point. There's nothing coming. I could go get my own car and overtake myself there's that much room and time.
I stick my left hand out and pull onto the dirt/grass on the verge to get some water. Then they knock their car down to 1st or 2nd, thrash the tayters off it to get past me ( I'm not even on the actual road now you cretin) with a group of about 8 other motors behind them.
I bet they all think that he couldn't get past me because I was in the middle of the road or something rather than him (for twas an olde bloke) being a bellend in a Merc.
Rant over. Other than that wee bit of nonsense I had a pretty jolly ride. I managed to get up another hill that had defeated me twice before and did the 20 mile outward leg in (for me anyway) a quite impressive time.
On my hols all week and I planned a nice wee 40 miler today. After about 30 miles the old legs are getting a wee bit tiredypoohs and I come across this wee hill on a B road and think "I'll do it in 2nd gear, save my legs for the long slope further along."
Just as I hit the bottom of the hill Joe Cardriver comes up behind and sits there... not overtaking.... in a high gear.
I think "come on sonny Jim... You've got plenty of room to get past... The top of the hill is ages away yet."
Nah they sit there crawling behind me. I'm doing about 8mph. Yeah I'm that slow.
Then we get past the point where he could've overtaken quite safely....
I think "I bet you overtake now you useless sausage"... but they don't
Now I get over the brow of the hill and I'm crackered to be honest. I'm going to stop and swig some water and recover a wee bit of breath.
They STILL won't go past me. You can see the dead straight road for about a 1/4 mile ahead at this point. There's nothing coming. I could go get my own car and overtake myself there's that much room and time.
I stick my left hand out and pull onto the dirt/grass on the verge to get some water. Then they knock their car down to 1st or 2nd, thrash the tayters off it to get past me ( I'm not even on the actual road now you cretin) with a group of about 8 other motors behind them.
I bet they all think that he couldn't get past me because I was in the middle of the road or something rather than him (for twas an olde bloke) being a bellend in a Merc.
Rant over. Other than that wee bit of nonsense I had a pretty jolly ride. I managed to get up another hill that had defeated me twice before and did the 20 mile outward leg in (for me anyway) a quite impressive time.
instead of looking well down the road for the layout or vehicle s approaching.
