shhhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiit
had a great one last thursday, coming back down the 42 from college.
roadworks & etc are getting a joke up there, particularly with those ruddy 40mph SPECS that they use these days (THERE'S NO-ONE WORKING THERE WHEN I GO THRU...), so I'm trying out various shortcuts thru the villages. One's worked thru Measham, but further south is a complete bust (already getting some abuse from white van man when lost at a junction in some godforsaken bit of warwickshire), and I'm rejoining the M'way
all going fine, match speed with the traffic, been indicating right pretty much since i got on the sliproad, start oozing into a gap... lucky i have my eye on my mirror as some dick is coming LEFT into the same lane, positioned just right to give me a proper PITTing, off across three lanes of traffic and into the barrier. Swerve left, brakes, lights, plenty of horn etc, but then think little more of it, pull in behind then quickly into the outside lane to burn past.
He's not taken the criticism of his half-asleep driving so lightly and gets very shirty. Plenty of lights, horn, tailgating, crazy lane changing. I do give a bit back, wind left window down and ask him why he's upset as he's the one who nearly rammed me by doing a braindead maneouvre. Response is to ask me if I wanna go, eh? EH? Come on then!
Jeez.
Wind up, carry on, but he's still giving it, cutting up other people too now... numpty. Half scared, half peeing myself with laughter after he undertakes when traffic backs up a bit and puts his left indicator on, waving me to the side. Yeah. Right. Like I'm gonna pull over and fist fight with you. As if.
Traffic clears, he's behind me, give a happy little wave, drop into 3rd & boot it, then into 4th and hang on tight. Seems he tries to give chase (theoretically i should have been screwed - 1.6 astra vs 1.8 vectra) but can't keep up for some reason once i pass the ton... probably left it in 5th the whole time.
Oddly the noob ends up behind me after i've pulled off and got stuck at some lights (did enough dodging and undertaking to get lost in the late evening crowd), still with full beams on, but a quick bit of local knowledge dodging through the back streets erases all tracks.
Best fun i've had in a while, but at the same time terrifying that there's mentalists like that in control of ton-weight lumps of metal...