You know what really grinds my gears? Scumbag drivers. · 9:06pm Dec 23rd, 2013
So I'm driving down the highway enjoying a nice ride. The sun is out, the sky is clear, and I'm weaving through traffic like any good citizen should. Suddenly, I happen upon a large black truck. The truck is going at a fair clip, about 55 mph. The sun glinting off the polished sheen of the paint forces me to squint as I wait for my chance to bypass him. While I'm stuck there, I take the chance to look over the vehicle.
The first thing I notice is the symbol '4x4' plastered all over it. It rides high on its six wheels, the back four jutting out on both sides like a wide-bottomed woman at the checkout line. I notice the vanity plate reads 'My Tank' and there is a stainless steel cast of what seem to be two golf balls in a sack hanging from the hitch.
I was about halfway through with wondering aloud how secure our tricked-out friend was with his sexuality when the gleaming hulk slammed on its brakes, the back lighting up with about sixty unnecessary red LEDs.
My friends, I am straining with every fiber of my being not to facepalm as I write this, but I must now tell you that the man stopped. He went from a decent 55 mph to zero in a matter of seconds. Spouting a series of colorful phrases that would make a sailor wet himself in awe and terror, I stomped on my brake pedal to make sure I didn't end up plastered against this monster's sparkling backside. At this point, I'm wondering if a lion jumped out of the ditch or if perhaps God Himself saw fit to ram a stop-sign into the middle of the road. Eventually, the 'tank' rolled forward. I saw first its front wheels and then its back wheels gently lift themselves over a bump in the road and the offending pickup speed away into the distance.
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ARE YOU BUCKING KIDDING ME!? 
You're driving the automobile equivalent of Saxton Motherbucking Hale and this pathetic, ground-down lump of asphalt turns you into a cowering little...
Ugh. Basically, I ran his stupid ass down with my economy-sized Civic and forced him to sit behind me on my ride home. If you ever have the chance to meet someone like this fine gentleman, PLEASE punch them in the face. Good day.
Try this:
I'm going along a mountain road, think the opening from the original 'Italian Job' film. it's full of twists and sharp turns, so I keep my speed around 40-45 mph. Out of nowhere, this muppet teenager in a cheap as chips Vauxhall Astra comes up behind me. And he start sounding his horn, flashing his lights and doing everything he can to annoy me.
So, we finally come to a straight bit of road, he's still flashing me, so I wave him past. But he won't overtake, he just sits there sounding his horn and flashing his lights. Anyway, we clear this straight, which happens to be the last one until you reach the end at a coastal town. we're back on the twisty roads.
Anyway, we come up to a long left hand turn, bear in mind in Great Britain, we drive on the left or 'correct' side of the road.
I briefly glance over and see this twat overtaking me here, where he'll be on the wrong side for as long as possible. Murphy's law kicks in and a sodding great truck comes barrelling towards us.
The trucker is forced to slam his anchors on to prevent a head on, while the Astra cuts right across my bumper. Having brought about the second coming of Discord, the teen then rolls down his window, shouts something at the poor trucker and flips the bird at me, before speeding off into the distance.
While your 'friend' may have been a bit of a girl, at least he had some brains. That twat, I wouldn't be surprised, will be spending Christmas wrapped around a tree.
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It's a shame healthcare has all but abolished natural selection. There are a few individuals on this planet who could really use some Darwin in their lives.
1640047 The maddest part is that because of morons like him, I have to use my mum's Peugeot 208 with it's tiny little engine, with 'occasional use only' on my insurance. Otherwise because of my age bracket of 17-25, I am listed as the single most dangerous thing on the road since highwaymen, and would be uninsurable.
Honestly, I just want to drive this:
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That... actually look like a really sick ride. Personally, I'm not much of a car guy. I'll drive anything that gets me places.
Now, hovercrafts on the other hand...
1640141 If I had £30,000 tomorrow, I would so buy that thing, it has RAF roundels and a shark mouth on it for Celestia's sake! I've actually ridden in an older model from the 1930's, when it was originally conceived. It's like riding a motorbike, but with the stability of a car. It can even do donuts.
Heh. I'm just randoming about the FimFictions when I found this. I find this line kind of funny -
- because, at one point in my life, I was a sailor. One that was responsible for operating a submarine's gas pedal, so to speak. You want to hear a sailor curse, find one that has to slow a seven thousand ton submarine from top speed to zero in a matter of seconds to avoid killing a hundred people. I'm pretty sure I came up with words that a less-stressed human mouth couldn't pronounce.
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As someone who has never heard a sailor swear in such a situation, I'm sure it was beyond my understanding.