Out for a minor hoon today. Whilst on the way home I was in a procession of traffic going a respectable 60mph ish on a windy single carriageway with no chance of an overtake and not much point. To be honest, I was just enjoying the sun and the exhaust note
Anyway in the distance I could see a silver saxo, lowered with the obligatory baseball cap wearing yoof at the helm. He comes charging up my chuff, backs off, comes charging up again, repeat ad nauseum. I was going to have words at a point I knew we'd have to stop but eventually he turned off so the chance never arose. I live in fear I'm going to get rear ended by one of these twats.
Anyway in the distance I could see a silver saxo, lowered with the obligatory baseball cap wearing yoof at the helm. He comes charging up my chuff, backs off, comes charging up again, repeat ad nauseum. I was going to have words at a point I knew we'd have to stop but eventually he turned off so the chance never arose. I live in fear I'm going to get rear ended by one of these twats.

