Picture the scene.....
I am driving back from Cardiff City centre. 2 lane road, roof down, freezing cold (but suitably attired)
Lights ahead change to red so slow to a stop. 4 -5 cars slow behind and then ..... whats this ....... A lime green Fiesta ST decides to pull out and line up beside me. Blacked out window lowers to reveal Mr Chav (lets call him Darren) and ickle Miss Chavlina (ditto Chantelle).
They chew their gum looking at my car with distain. I feel those morbid eyes fixed in on me. I turn - chav is saying something to chavlina. She laughs they look back at me.
I tell myself "keep cool I have nothing to prove". I am a level headed adult. I can rise to this.
Then it happens - the poor Fiestas probable 1.3l engine revs up. Big bore exhaust rattling, bass pumping. This guy wants it. But im fine. Crack on mate have your 5 seconds of glory see if I care.
Lights change. Darren shouts "your car is s**t" and away he goes.
Now ........ I can cope with a lot of things ...... I have very broad shoulders ......... but call my car s**t and you will feel wrath.
2 lanes quickly into one so not much time. I practically launch that wonderful straight 6 off the line. I fly straight past embaracingly easily. I think I actual heard Darren groan (though may have been his wallet as he had left a lot of his tyre on the road).
Job done. Till we get to the next set of lights. He pulls up beside me again. I look over - he is looking down, chavlina is laughing at him - his ego shot to pieces. I rev my engine and his tinted window rises.
And me? I had one word in my head. Owned !!!!!!!!!
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I am driving back from Cardiff City centre. 2 lane road, roof down, freezing cold (but suitably attired)
Lights ahead change to red so slow to a stop. 4 -5 cars slow behind and then ..... whats this ....... A lime green Fiesta ST decides to pull out and line up beside me. Blacked out window lowers to reveal Mr Chav (lets call him Darren) and ickle Miss Chavlina (ditto Chantelle).
They chew their gum looking at my car with distain. I feel those morbid eyes fixed in on me. I turn - chav is saying something to chavlina. She laughs they look back at me.
I tell myself "keep cool I have nothing to prove". I am a level headed adult. I can rise to this.
Then it happens - the poor Fiestas probable 1.3l engine revs up. Big bore exhaust rattling, bass pumping. This guy wants it. But im fine. Crack on mate have your 5 seconds of glory see if I care.
Lights change. Darren shouts "your car is s**t" and away he goes.
Now ........ I can cope with a lot of things ...... I have very broad shoulders ......... but call my car s**t and you will feel wrath.
2 lanes quickly into one so not much time. I practically launch that wonderful straight 6 off the line. I fly straight past embaracingly easily. I think I actual heard Darren groan (though may have been his wallet as he had left a lot of his tyre on the road).
Job done. Till we get to the next set of lights. He pulls up beside me again. I look over - he is looking down, chavlina is laughing at him - his ego shot to pieces. I rev my engine and his tinted window rises.
And me? I had one word in my head. Owned !!!!!!!!!
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