You know how the moment you finish washing your car a bird is going to take a nice big poo over your windscreen?
Yesterday I had my car valeted, washed, waxed, top up the fluids that needed topping up and generally felt good about driving the monstrosity for the first time in years.
Today a numpty on a motorbike decided he no longer liked the idea of using brakes and used my rear end to stop instead.*
Bastard.
* Yes, he's OK (trust me, I checked him long before I started worrying about the car - He's still a bastard).
4 comments:
So did you brake suddenly on an open road in order to catch him out?
Yep!
Actually no, I was stopped at the end of a long straight road with three cars in front of me waiting at a junction.
Apparently he passed someone who called his name who diverted his attention. Silly boy.
Ooh, oww, ouch - well at least no one was hurt, but still a bastard yes :]
Silly twat. It's rare to see a biker with a limited sense of personal safety _and_ still upright/breathing.
I think, due to the rarity value and lack of longevity, they count as 100 points if you have the appropriate 'Eye Spy' book.
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