Why, why does it happen to me....

Out of my way! I'm a motorist

Right, I am sorry but its time for a rant....

Why is it that people feel the need to pull out in front of me, cut me up and look at me as if I am insane....! Whats worse is recently I have fallen foul of dodgy old codgers in aging Toyotas, Rovers and Nissans....

It goes a little something like this...

I'm driving along, happy and content, its a national speed limit road, doing about 55, "OH SHIT! NISSAN!" thats right, some barnicle with more wrinkles than a Value Prune has just pulled straight out of a junction about 30 yards in front....

Bang on go the brakes, I nearly get rear-ended by an Audi, (and quite frankly the last thing I wanted to see in life was a Red Micra with Ethel talking to Fred about the price of beef and how much her bunions hurt.... ) Still, I manage to stop as he bumbles grinds his way to 25, 40, and stays there, shaking his head at my bare faced cheek and audacity for actually tooting at him....

We continued to bumble along the road with ethel holding onto her hat and Fred pointing out of the wimdow and we hit the 30 zone, so he speeds up? WTF!!! ARGHHHGHHHH

And lo and behold it happened again yesterday, except a mind blowing 35mph through the whole of the journey, a blur of tweed and caps.

I couldn't believe it, you have no idea how much it infuriates me, to the point of being sadenough to write a rant about it. at least if you are going to cut me up and cause whiplash at least have the courtesy to stick up your middle finger and blast along the road in a string of profanities and a cloud of smoke.... f***'s sake.

So tell me, for those of you that drive, what gets under your skin the most, or even as a passenger, leave a comment below....

Mike