Complete bellend. I love putting people in newer, so called sports cars back in their rightful place
So I am making my way to work, taking it nice and easy at 35mph overtaking some slower cars, 1/2 tank of juice, window half down and some tunes on nice and low.
I noticed something coming up quite quick in my rearview mirror. Hmmmm, Cooper S, in grey, comes flying up behind me and sits on my bumper. I couldn't move in as there was a car to my left.
He then gives me a quick flash and intimates with a hand gesture for me to shift. So, my hand goes up to say sorry, as it comes down I click my indicator on, and my hand carries on down to my gearstick.
2nd cog please my good man................. GAME ON :D
So he starts to pull alongside, at which point I scream the valver and hold him off. The road then changes to single lane and I am in front. Winner, he is still quite close to me. 2 lanes again and, although he has moved to the second lane, he can't pull on me.
We then both turn left onto some lovely winding roads. A long left, sharp right, the back end is twitching, my grip is tightening on the wheel. All that is going through my head is "please don't step out now". I am losing him.........
a few more twists and turns, pops and bangs, and he is outta sight. I come to a stop at a T-junction and he pulls up behind me. Obviously wants thrashing again then. We both turned right, I gave it some well, 1st, 2nd, 3rd.......... he is a tad more sedate.
I stop at the lights, adrenalin pumping. He pulls up alongside, windown down
"**** me mate, who taght you how to drive, Colin McRae?"
BMW, you can stick your supercharger and your lardy mini up your arse. Bring on the next victim