Never judge a book by it’s cover!

So I’m doing my chores on Saturday morning and I’m on Pohill Avenue traffic lights heading across to Newnham Avenue (at Hobby Nobbys). Both lanes go straight across and filter into one lane. I’m minding my own business and the lights change, we all drive off (I’m second in the queue and in the right hand lane). The car in front of me is first off and takes the lead, the car at the front of the left lane filters in second. Now, ordinarily I would be next but the woman in the Focus next to me decides to keep her foot in and decides to make it a close call. I’m in no rush to get anywhere so I just brake and leave her to it!

Not an ounce of road rage, I’m really not bover’d.

So then I am making my way to Kempston and I’m on Cauldwell Place after avoiding some random fool that decides to stop in the middle of the road for no apparent reason and didn’t even indicate! Anyway I head over the bridge and I get to the traffic lights (the ones opposite the hospital), they are red and I’m the only person there. This Fiesta comes over the bridge in the right hand lane (which I am in) and decides to switch lane and then go into the left lane. At these lights the left hand lane is for people turning left and the right lane is for people who are going straight over.

I look across and this is a proper hood-rat, he has so much of a lean on he is nearly falling out the window, smoking a cigarette and trying his best to impress someone (I don’t know who because we are the only 2 people on the road at 8.30am!) Anyway the lights change and I start going straight over, then I realise that the Fiesta hasn’t turned left. There is no way on earth that I am going to effectively stop my car in the middle of the junction to allow him to undertake me when he was in the wrong lane! So there is no real choice in the matter I burry his ass and he has to filter in behind me.

The only problem is that the lights outside the hospital are red, obviously I go into the left lane because it is the right thing to do. He come hurtling down in the right hand lane and then realises the lights are red, slams his brakes on and stops a whole cars length in front of me.

Now I drive a 2 Litre petrol mark 1 focus basically it’s the fastest mark 1 focus you can get before you start getting bits on your car that start making you look quick (big rims, spoilers, side skirts etc). So basically it’s a bit of a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
This geeza is pushing a mark 5 Fiesta (the newest flavour), the purple colour doesn’t really aid his badman facade but realistically he has to pushing the 1.6 version and be a half decent driver to even consider that move at the first lights. But to have the brazen balls to then line up next to me is either stupid or brave!

Now ordinarily if the events hadn’t happened at the previous set of lights I wouldn’t have paid any mind to the person next to me and let them do what they are going to do.

He looks back through his rear quarter window at me, I do shake my head but I just laugh to myself. There is no revving of the engines like in the movies (it’s not healthy for my baby!). However I was hoping for some extremely foxy girl in really high heels in a really short skirt to run in between us and drop some frilly item of underwear to indicate go! (didn’t happen though!)

The lights change… I don’t floor it, however, I do accelerate quickly, now I have been driving my mums Fiesta (mark 4) around all weekend and I have to say that the gearbox in it is LOVELY it’s really soft and really quick I am really impressed.

However this young boy cannot drive to save his life, he should have panned my ass with a 1.0 fiesta with all the engine weight I carry. Especially since we both knew full well there was going to be a mini drag race out of the lights.

This is obviously not the case I burry his ass a second time! I continue down the road on my merry little way!

The moral of the story is (of course):
Never judge a book by it’s cover.. (You never know when there is a wolf in sheep’s clothing!)

Or maybe it should be, grow up a little and let sleeping dogs lie.

Either way, whipping his ass twice, back to back made me smile for about 10 minutes, it’s good to smile.

~ by shaolin2000 on 3 July 2009.