Tail-gating was pretty much my top reason for leaving the middle east (ie in order to stay alive). I was driving ~6 hours most weekends to go climbing, mostly on roads populated by spoilt local arab kids, in things like Range Rover Sports or Porsche Cayennes, who thought they were on a race track. And in the evenings - despite it being a theoretically muslim country - they were often also drunk. It was normal most weekends to at least once or twice be squeezed into the fast lane of a five lane highway by abruptly slow traffic, then tailgated by someone doing 160-180kmh with zero clearance whilst flashing their lights. The really nutty ones would not slow at all but pass you in the few metres of gritty tarmac by the centre divide if you didn't immediately pull over, regardless of whether it was safe for you to do so or not. Or you might be tailgated by someone being competitively tailgated in turn by some other loon. Or two or three of the fuckers would be racing, weaving in an out of all the lanes ... After moving to Canada, it took about a year before I stopped having a stress response, if any car appeared in my mirror in the same lane.
People who have no manners in the University library...Okay, so it's not silent study so you can call people. But there are plenty of places you can go to do it away from everyone else so you don't cause annoyance.Even worse is the dick having a loudspeaker video call near me. If only I had a gun...
Quote from: Bubba on February 15, 2014, 07:58:15 pmWorst though are tailgaters. This x 1000. Glad I don't have to drive to work very often any more as even a couple of junctions on the M1 every day was enough to raise the blood pressure.
Worst though are tailgaters.
Quote from: Jaspersharpe on February 17, 2014, 02:50:42 pmQuote from: Bubba on February 15, 2014, 07:58:15 pmWorst though are tailgaters. This x 1000. Glad I don't have to drive to work very often any more as even a couple of junctions on the M1 every day was enough to raise the blood pressure. Easily as annoying as tail-gaters are those who slip up the inside and pull into the gap I've left. They incorrectly think I'm a dawdler, to prevent them coming in I have to close the gap and effectively tail gate otherwise you slide backwards up the queue. This fucks me right off.
Quote from: cowboyhat on February 18, 2014, 04:34:43 pmQuote from: Jaspersharpe on February 17, 2014, 02:50:42 pmQuote from: Bubba on February 15, 2014, 07:58:15 pmWorst though are tailgaters. This x 1000. Glad I don't have to drive to work very often any more as even a couple of junctions on the M1 every day was enough to raise the blood pressure. Easily as annoying as tail-gaters are those who slip up the inside and pull into the gap I've left. They incorrectly think I'm a dawdler, to prevent them coming in I have to close the gap and effectively tail gate otherwise you slide backwards up the queue. This fucks me right off.You could try just letting them pull in and not responding with some careless driving of your own? Just a thought.
Easily as annoying as tail-gaters are those who slip up the inside and pull into the gap I've left. They incorrectly think I'm a dawdler, to prevent them coming in I have to close the gap and effectively tail gate otherwise you slide backwards up the queue. This fucks me right off.
Quote from: cowboyhat on February 18, 2014, 04:34:43 pmEasily as annoying as tail-gaters are those who slip up the inside and pull into the gap I've left. They incorrectly think I'm a dawdler, to prevent them coming in I have to close the gap and effectively tail gate otherwise you slide backwards up the queue. This fucks me right off.Unfortunatly this behaviour means that if you want to practice defensive driving then you will inevitably be constantly "sliding backwards" on busy motorways/duals. You just have to suck it up and accept that to get somewhere safely means you won't get there as quickly.
Tail-gating was pretty much my top reason for leaving the middle east (ie in order to stay alive). I was driving ~6 hours most weekends to go climbing, mostly on roads populated by spoilt local arab kids, in things like Range Rover Sports or Porsche Cayennes, who thought they were on a race track. And in the evenings - despite it being a theoretically muslim country - they were often also drunk. It was normal most weekends to at least once or twice be squeezed into the fast lane of a five lane highway by abruptly slow traffic, then tailgated by someone doing 160-180kmh with zero clearance whilst flashing their lights. The really nutty ones would not slow at all but pass you in the few metres of gritty tarmac by the centre divide if you didn't immediately pull over, regardless of whether it was safe for you to do so or not. Or you might be tailgated by someone being competitively tailgated in turn by some other loon. Or two or three of the fuckers would be racing, weaving in an out of all the lanes ...
Cool, where did you get to?
Quote from: SA Chris on July 03, 2014, 08:07:25 pmCool, where did you get to?4 days in Cape Town (amazing weather - 20-25 deg), 5 nights in a lodge in a private game reserve nr Hoedsprit, then a couple of nights in Hazyview to take in some of the Panorama region then back from Joberg... Great time.. I'll post up my lions mating video if theres popular demand
so why let the fucking char wallah answer the phone at all.sort it fucking out and give me a curry.
that's an easy mistake - there are loads of fools who think that fish are vegetables
