Wasn't sure where to write this so I stuck it here.
This has nothing to do with cerberus fortunately.
This month I've been under a lot of stress. Work, stressy wife, money, etc etc.
You know how it is
It's all been slowly boiling up over the month.
More and more and more.
So right now I'm pretty fed up
But today I think I might have boiled over abit. But by writing this I'm letting of steam.
My journey from work this evening started as every other day.
Firstly my everyday car. I love it but It's a animal. No need to mention make or model but it's a 0-60 in 5 seconds kind of animal.
I normally mind my own business. And doodle along with everybody else. But today was different.
It started at a traffic lights junction. 2 lanes going into 1 further down the road.
A shitty Kia 4x4 thingy pulled up beside me and kept edging forward as the lights were red.
What? Like he's going to get in front of me.
Sorry but he needed smoking. And that's what he got. Smoked. Bye bye
shitty Kia
Then further down the road it opens to a dual carriage way.
I've got a shitty Toyota Yaris in front but then proceeds along the outside lane with no other car insight.
This is one thing that drives me crazy. Why do people do that? Sit on the outside lane like a lemming
So what do I do? I totally annihilate it by going up the inside.
I feel bad for undertaking but this numwhit still stays in the outside lane as I disappear off in the distance.
Then for the next 10 miles we have a single carriage way national speed limit road.
It's not long before I come up behind another plant pot doodleing along at 35mph.
As the road clears with traffic coming the other way I do what's needed. I overtake.
This is done quickly safely and easily.
The only problem is it's not long before I get behind another lemming.
Slow slow slow.
This time it's not one car but 2 cars I blast past like there going the other way.
Unfortunately the lemming flashes his lights out of disgust as he gets totally wasted.
To cut a long story short I performed another 6 overtakes on my way home.
Without me getting a big head I know I can drive. Really drive if I want to. I've proven this on track days.
Ok maybe a little crazy sometimes.
But is it me. Are people driving around now like there 100 years old and frozen to death or am I actually driving like a total cock?
If it's me then I'm taking the train for now on and selling my car to be replaced with a lawnmower engined car.
I feel better sharing this with you all
Ps the photo is a little hint to my daily animal.
