Today in the old citroen, got stuck behind a road sweeper on the way back from college, decided that overtaking was a better option than getting home at the age of eighty-five, so, gap, mirror check, signal, blind spot check and another mirror check, all clear manouver, gas.
out of a driveway up the road, a nutter in a slammed (scraping the tarmac its been lowered so much ) mercedes pulls out and races towards me. the fact dawned on me that im in a 70 BHP car that weighs nearly two tonnes - i havent a hope of getting past before he hits, all the brakes lock but i hold it and pull back behind the truck with inches to spare. it reached the theoretical catagory six on the BT scale.
the nutter raced past gesturing wildly and id guess was using some exotic language, he seemed to forget that:
1. he had a responsibility to look both ways before turning.
2. he had brakes too.
3. he could at least have stopped accelerating like a madman.
oh well,