Driving home tonight had some battleaxe in a passat (or the skoda equivalent) trying to drive through Squirrile on the M25 at junction 8 anticlockwise. (see attached picture)
She was the classic example of a 'Kelloggs' Licence holder. Halfway down the sliproad she switched from the slow to the fast lane (the lanes were already divided) and came barrelling towards my passenger door, veering when a gnat's tadger apart.
when alongside she tried several times to come into my lane but kept finding me there unable to change lanes, despite me sounding the horn she seemed unable to grasp the concept that a Panda would be on the road, with right of way to boot !
Eventually she got the message and had to come out behind a lorry following me (he wasn't going to take her nonsense either)
As I came off at junction 7 I could see her behind me crawling in the fast lane (with cursing drivers behind her).
she had no clue what she was doing as she entered the M23 behind me and I could see several moves that made other driver's take avoiding action.
Eventually the battleaxe (on the beer scale her beauty could not be measured in pints, barrels maybe) passed me and continued on her way.
Trev
She was the classic example of a 'Kelloggs' Licence holder. Halfway down the sliproad she switched from the slow to the fast lane (the lanes were already divided) and came barrelling towards my passenger door, veering when a gnat's tadger apart.
when alongside she tried several times to come into my lane but kept finding me there unable to change lanes, despite me sounding the horn she seemed unable to grasp the concept that a Panda would be on the road, with right of way to boot !
Eventually she got the message and had to come out behind a lorry following me (he wasn't going to take her nonsense either)
As I came off at junction 7 I could see her behind me crawling in the fast lane (with cursing drivers behind her).
she had no clue what she was doing as she entered the M23 behind me and I could see several moves that made other driver's take avoiding action.
Eventually the battleaxe (on the beer scale her beauty could not be measured in pints, barrels maybe) passed me and continued on her way.
Trev