People who actually believe what they read via the media and take it as gospel. I personally have first hand experience of numerous stories and misquotes that are so far from the truth it is unreal.
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People who actually believe what they read via the media and take it as gospel. I personally have first hand experience of numerous stories and misquotes that are so far from the truth it is unreal.
Drivers who tailgate. They're a menace to drivers like myself who like to drive at a moderate speed. I'm seeing more and more crazy drivers on the road who seem to think they're in formula 1 racing cars and want to drive recklessly and without due care and attention. Slow down folks especially van drivers who are driving like Jackie Stewart on viagra. Lets have a bit more calm when driving please.
I don't mind people driving at a sensible speed but sensible is the operative word. I got caught behind a lady the other day doing 28mph on a road with a 60 limit. This was daytime, clear and dry conditions and no risk of ice etc. I'd argue if that's the speed you are comfortable at on a straight road in near perfect conditions it's probably time to consider if you should be driving.
Very fair points. The lady you refer to shouldn't be doing such a low speed compared to the limit and could be deemed to be almost as dangerous as some of the want to be racing drivers I referred to in earlier posts. There is a case for some of the speed limits being too low however that's the remit of the politicians and I merely try to drive within them but appropriately. I've seen some real idiots driving recently and they're not only in danger of hurting themselves but those who adopt a more careful approach to driving.
Getting on a bus and being stuck behind someone who wants a Metro, but no the Metro at the top of the pile, that's obviously contaminated with something. Just to be safe, they dig down to the middle of the pile...while blocking everyone else from getting past.
On the bus theme, folk who stand there on the lower deck against the support pole for the wheelchair space that also has the wheelchair level stop button.
Inevitably their bag or arse or something ends up pressing the stop request button and rarely do they realise so we're all treated to the bell going off incessantly until someone tells them.
When the Mrs asks what's happening in a film or tv show that you've seen exactly the same bits of as she has. Or "who's that?" when a new character is introduced.
The here we go thread on the main forum, tedium!
At the barbers, and the guy finishes up by brushing my face with a black brush.
Thanks for passing on the debris from the last customer's greasy fizog, mate.
Actually, I'm sure he sterilises all the equipment regularly.
Aye right.
You may be happy crawling along at a slow speed but it’s not your job to regulate everyone else’s speed. Can I suggest that you pull to the side and let everyone past as you are clearly in no hurry to get where you are going.
If you could also only take to the roads between 2am and 4am that would do everyone a big favour too.
I'm rarely in a hurry to get where I'm going as I've left enough time for my journey. Because of that I don't need to exceed the speed limit. Anybody that does is a dick.
My favourites are the ones who pass me to instantly pull into the space I've left between me and the car in front. They're never happy when I explain that I left that space because my brakes aren't working as they should.
Tailgating does my head in too.
If I'm driving at the speed limit or speed limit + a wee bit, anyone that tailgates me can GTF and may sometimes be treated to me having a good heavy prod at the brake pedal or slowing right down to a crawl where it's impossible for them to overtake.
... or people that tailgate you when you're overtaking on a dual carriageway. You get past the car(s) you're overtaking and pull in to the inside lane, only for them to pass you, cut in about 2 feet from your front bumper then slow down. :wtf:
Muppets, travelling at reasonable speed, giving you time to safely come out at a junction, who suddenly put the foot down till they’re up your erchie, flashing like lunatics.