A Case Of Road Rage

We British usually manage to hide our feelings quite well up to a point, but when we pass that limit I'm afraid we go berserk due to all our pent-up emotion. I'm sorry you had an incident on your holiday visit to the U.K. Drivers can be pretty pushy in Spain, and I'm afraid I've experienced road rage three times here (and I still feel ashamed of every one of those incidents). The other two cases will be appearing on this blog over the next few days. Thanks for commenting. Best wishes, Robert.

From your comment and after what happened to me (as described in my poem) it seems we must always check out other people who are on the scene very carefully before we use bad language or make a rude sign. They may well be priests! Many thanks for sharing your story and glad you enjoyed this one. Best Wishes, Robert.

Thanks for your positive feedback. I sometimes think that things like this only happen to me, but from some of the previous comments it looks as if I'm not the only one with a temper at the wheel... Best Wishes, Robert.

For some reason, after reading your comment I remembered another case of 'road-rage' which happened long before that expression was invented. My parents and I were driving to Portsmouth in heavy rain to take a ferry. A car came up close behind us and the driver flashed his lights repeatedly. When he finally overtook, my father gave him a two-finger sign which is the British equivalent of the one-finger gesture in the U.S. (presumably because he thought he was an impatient git). With all the rain reducing visibility, dad hadn't noticed the guy was driving a police car. We were pulled over and told that they were rushing to get to the scene of an accident and that one shouldn't use such nasty signs anyway. My parents said they were sorry in their most educated English. My mother in particular was gushingly polite and apologetic. They almost crawled. We got away without a fine (or a ticket as I believe they say in the U.S.)...Perhaps I have inherited my father's road-rage gene, and perhaps there is material for yet another little poem on this subject here. Thanks for commenting and jogging my memory. Best wishes, Robert