Neilds
Assistant Pro
The irony of moaning about someone driving like a clown - and then driving like a clownComing back from Edinburgh earlier, on the bridge some tw@t in a X5 up my arse all the way across. Flashing his lights (I was already doing 75) and raging in my mirror.
Came off the bridge and moved across and the eejit draws level to hurl abuse, so decided to play a wee game of not letting him pass (childish but seeing him rage more was making my evening). The look of confusion on his face that my 3 series was easily pacing him, he knew he was toast when we hit the long straight and I gave him a wee wave.