Driving up the A470 towards Merthyr; the A470 is a fast dual carriageway and this section was 70 mph. I’m in the outside lane in the big Panzer, Mrs Poo and Ma Poo in the car with me and at about 75 mph. The mighty diesel of the Panzer is purring away, spinning at about 1,700 rpm, the power just waiting, no, pleading to be unleashed.
Twat about 100 yards ahead in the inside lane, doing between 60 and 70, weaving across half into the outside lane, back in his own lane and back half into lane 2 again. I put the hammer down to get past him and he comes right into my lane. In a manner that Beaker would’ve been proud of, I stood on the horn (first time I’ve used it in anger I over two years of ownership) and let it sound for a good five seconds. Twat in front drifts back into his own lane. As I pass him, he seems completely oblivious because he’s too busy pissing about with something on his centre console. I’m actually thinking he was either drunk or didn’t hear my horn as his music must’ve been too loud.
Twat ended up on another A road behind me a bit further up the road. Never used his indicators once.
So, what car was it?
Twat about 100 yards ahead in the inside lane, doing between 60 and 70, weaving across half into the outside lane, back in his own lane and back half into lane 2 again. I put the hammer down to get past him and he comes right into my lane. In a manner that Beaker would’ve been proud of, I stood on the horn (first time I’ve used it in anger I over two years of ownership) and let it sound for a good five seconds. Twat in front drifts back into his own lane. As I pass him, he seems completely oblivious because he’s too busy pissing about with something on his centre console. I’m actually thinking he was either drunk or didn’t hear my horn as his music must’ve been too loud.
Twat ended up on another A road behind me a bit further up the road. Never used his indicators once.
So, what car was it?
