Thursday, Jun 14, 2007 at 16:48
Footloose,
I think the bloke in the commodore thought I was a brain dead driver.
I had been following him for about 5km through suburbia.
He would take off from the lights like no tomorrow, then get caught in the wrong lane behind some one turning, and I would sail past in the other lane.
Couple of times, he was behind me at the lights, and I am never fast away from the lights, so he would pass after jumping lanes.
This time only one lane, and a bit of space on the left, so he decided to go for it.
He didn't see the island coming up and got caught between me and the island.
I hit the horn, but he kept coming.
Suppose he couldn't
bluff me as easily as others, so I suppose he thought me brain dead. Now it going to cost me $5.00 for a tin of paint for the side steps.
At least he stopped and we swapped names and addresses for his insurance company. (I just reported it to
mine, didn't make a claim, and passed on the name of his insurance company.)
Next set of lights, he got the wrong lane again, I passed him, then he shot past and gave me the finger. I was just grateful that he was out of the way, and I wasn't going to spend the next day chasing quotes from panel beaters like he was.
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