Last night on my way home from work I pulled off the duel carrigeway and down the slip ramp to a set of red lights. Beyond these lights is a round about. The slip ramp is two lanes wide and extends to two and a half just before the lights, almost enough space for a third car but not quite. This leads onto a four lane round about, with another set of lights on it, which then if you go straight on it goes back to three lanes for about ten yards and then back down to duel lanes. This means the third lane on the round about is basically used for cheeky over taking moves if you can beat the car in the middle lane off the second set of lights and nip into their lane before the three lane stretch ends.
Anyway, on approach to the first set of lights, in the middle lane, I pulled up behind an 11 reg Renault Espace TDi wearing a bumper sticker with 'Thank God for Jesus' written on it. The driver is a large black lady signing her lungs out to a hardcore Gospel version of 'He's got the whole word in his hands.' So I'm sat having a smile at this woman just enjoying life really and then she gets rudely interupted by a Chav is his Corsa with a bean can on the back trying to edge his way around my Audi and squeeze into the third lane. The Corsa is still on steels covered in dents and the driver is bare chested and sporting the classic Baseball cap pitched at 45 degrees. To add to this scene of awesomeness he also has his stereo blaring out dubstep complete with blowing bass and chronic panel rattle. While edging round my car I can only guess that he is having some kind of spasm in his right foot as he seems to be revving the car a silly amount considering he is moving at about 5 mph. So once round my car he settles into the spot on the right of the Espace. The Espace driver seems to turn, have a gander then goes back to belting out her hymn. To her left is the classic White Van Man. The lights go green, the Espace and Corsa move off to the next set of lights, WVM is on his phone and doesn't move so I pass him on my left and swing into the left hand lane. So the three cars are lined up at the Red lights on the roundabout, me on the left, Espace in the middle and Chav boy on the right. I know the Corsa has no power due to the exhaust note, it was loud but had no real noise to it so I'm sat there thinking I'm getting off these lights briskly as I'm not having this Chav claiming he did an S3 off the lights to his mate. The lights to my left go amber, I notch the gearstick into first, the lights go red, I release my hand brake, my lights go amber and I'm starting to lift the clutch, not full foot down on the go pedal, just enough to prove my point to the Scrote. The lights go green and to my surprise the Espace, still singing away, takes off in the middle lane like a bat out of hell. She goes for it up to 40mph, limit for the section of road and then glances in her mirror, she then smirks, turns to me as I'm sat level with her, laughs and points back at the Corsa and then does the w*nker gesture. When I turned off the road about twenty yards further down the street I even got a wave goodbye. I have no idea who this woman was but she is a true legend!
Anyway, on approach to the first set of lights, in the middle lane, I pulled up behind an 11 reg Renault Espace TDi wearing a bumper sticker with 'Thank God for Jesus' written on it. The driver is a large black lady signing her lungs out to a hardcore Gospel version of 'He's got the whole word in his hands.' So I'm sat having a smile at this woman just enjoying life really and then she gets rudely interupted by a Chav is his Corsa with a bean can on the back trying to edge his way around my Audi and squeeze into the third lane. The Corsa is still on steels covered in dents and the driver is bare chested and sporting the classic Baseball cap pitched at 45 degrees. To add to this scene of awesomeness he also has his stereo blaring out dubstep complete with blowing bass and chronic panel rattle. While edging round my car I can only guess that he is having some kind of spasm in his right foot as he seems to be revving the car a silly amount considering he is moving at about 5 mph. So once round my car he settles into the spot on the right of the Espace. The Espace driver seems to turn, have a gander then goes back to belting out her hymn. To her left is the classic White Van Man. The lights go green, the Espace and Corsa move off to the next set of lights, WVM is on his phone and doesn't move so I pass him on my left and swing into the left hand lane. So the three cars are lined up at the Red lights on the roundabout, me on the left, Espace in the middle and Chav boy on the right. I know the Corsa has no power due to the exhaust note, it was loud but had no real noise to it so I'm sat there thinking I'm getting off these lights briskly as I'm not having this Chav claiming he did an S3 off the lights to his mate. The lights to my left go amber, I notch the gearstick into first, the lights go red, I release my hand brake, my lights go amber and I'm starting to lift the clutch, not full foot down on the go pedal, just enough to prove my point to the Scrote. The lights go green and to my surprise the Espace, still singing away, takes off in the middle lane like a bat out of hell. She goes for it up to 40mph, limit for the section of road and then glances in her mirror, she then smirks, turns to me as I'm sat level with her, laughs and points back at the Corsa and then does the w*nker gesture. When I turned off the road about twenty yards further down the street I even got a wave goodbye. I have no idea who this woman was but she is a true legend!
That's tremendous....... karma is a bast..d it find's everyone out.
