Most of my daily commute is B-roads and all summer long I've been detoured left, right and centre, to avoid re-chipped roads.
Today it has come to a head and I need to vent off somewhere. Sorry, it had to be on here.
In a line of about half a dozen cars, all well spaced and crawling across new chippings that were put down yesterday. Everyone being sensible and cautious. In my 335 not the Z luckily.
Then, barrelling towards us comes school-run-mummy in her Range Rover, doing a roughly guessed 60+ in a 40 limit.
I am now booked for a replacement windscreen, with a 3 cm star chip in my line of sight.
The chap behind has three separate chips, all in the driver's line of sight.
But worst of all, the 78-year-old chap in his lovingly polished Fiesta in front of me, who was only on his way to get milk and a paper, had his driver's door glass smashed into a thousand pieces. He stalled and sat in shock, with blood on his cheek. Took us other two 'victims' half an hour to calm him down, then I took his car back home for him while the other chap followed to take me back to mine.
He is fine, but shaken up. His son is on the way to help him sort his car.
Sadly, no-one had a camera and no-one got a reg, but there were kids in the RR, so I'm guessing it'll be on the same route again. Sadly we cannot prove a thing though.
Why the heck do these people not think!
Rant over; thanks for listening :headbang:
Today it has come to a head and I need to vent off somewhere. Sorry, it had to be on here.
In a line of about half a dozen cars, all well spaced and crawling across new chippings that were put down yesterday. Everyone being sensible and cautious. In my 335 not the Z luckily.
Then, barrelling towards us comes school-run-mummy in her Range Rover, doing a roughly guessed 60+ in a 40 limit.
I am now booked for a replacement windscreen, with a 3 cm star chip in my line of sight.
The chap behind has three separate chips, all in the driver's line of sight.
But worst of all, the 78-year-old chap in his lovingly polished Fiesta in front of me, who was only on his way to get milk and a paper, had his driver's door glass smashed into a thousand pieces. He stalled and sat in shock, with blood on his cheek. Took us other two 'victims' half an hour to calm him down, then I took his car back home for him while the other chap followed to take me back to mine.
He is fine, but shaken up. His son is on the way to help him sort his car.
Sadly, no-one had a camera and no-one got a reg, but there were kids in the RR, so I'm guessing it'll be on the same route again. Sadly we cannot prove a thing though.
Why the heck do these people not think!
Rant over; thanks for listening :headbang: