Kinda related, in a way.
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A couple of years ago I was tootling down a dual carriageway
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(in my bog-standard n/a) at about 50mph, see a queue of cars plodding along so I indicate and move out into the right-hand lane.
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At the last minute some guy in a repmobile lurches out in front of me with black smoke billowing out the exhaust as he obviously revs the nuts off his diesel to get it up to speed.
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I figured he was getting in the right-hand lane so he could turn right further up the road so I move across to the left lane and just go with the traffic until the car in front turns left and there's a clear road ahead of me.
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I change down into 3rd and start to accelerate.
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More black smoke from repmobile man next to me then he cuts into the left lane in front of me.
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This kind of thing occurs 2 or 3 more times along the dual carriageway, resulting in me being more puzzled than anything.
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Eventually, there's a roundabout ahead and I indicate and move into the right lane so I can turn right.
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I must've been ahead of repmobile man byt this point, purely due to traffic in different lanes moving at different speeds, cos I see him pull up along side me on my left and wind his window down.
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More confused than anything
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(I guess I am a little naive) I wind my window down to see what he wants and this 40-something sales rep
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(c/w suit jacket hung up against the back window) leans out and shouts
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"YOU THINK THAT'S A FANCY CAR? IT'S F**KING NOTHING.
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IT'S NOTHING!!!"
Erm, okay.
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Then, as a parting gesture, he turned right at the roundabout
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(from the left-hand lane), thus cutting me up yet again.
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Only real point being that there's a helluva lot of anger and hatred and envy out there on the roads and some people seem to think that EVERYTHING is personal.
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On a similar note, an ex-boss of mine owns a Jaguar JX220 which he used to drive into work on a Friday but he stopped because he says he got sick of being cut up by every chav in a hot-hatch who felt like they had something to prove.
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