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Jan 06, 2009
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An even worse case of road-rage
I was peacefully overtaking a truck
(and doing a reasonable eighty m.p.h.))
when this huge Mercedes Benz
loomed up in my rear view mirror...
My car is a Fiat...
The driver came so close
I thought he would bump me
and he flashed his lights,
and tooted his horn,
so I said to myself
'What a cocky, impatient guy,
with his powerful Mercedes -
I'll show him! '
So I slowed down...
He couldn't overtake me
because the truck, of course,
was blocking the inside lane...
He went berserk! In my mirror
I could see him shake his fist
and shout unpleasant words...
After a while I felt magnanimous,
and let him pass...
As he passed, he made a sign...
So I tail-gated him
from Madrid to Valencia
(that's several hours)
doing a hundred and twenty
in my weird Fiat Multipla
(the ugliest, best car in the world)
and flashed my lights
and tooted my horn
and yelled out nasty things...
I was lucky the police never noticed...
When I reached Valencia,
the engine of my car conked out.
I guess the Mercedes Benz was fine...
Note: No criticism of Fiats is meant here. I have driven several and they're good cars, and relatively cheap. I just misused this one, as I think you may have noticed. I realize that my rage was highly dangerous, and I think I have learnt my lesson - probably more so than the other driver, who may well be as cocky and impatient as ever (the bastard!) ...
(and doing a reasonable eighty m.p.h.))
when this huge Mercedes Benz
loomed up in my rear view mirror...
My car is a Fiat...
The driver came so close
I thought he would bump me
and he flashed his lights,
and tooted his horn,
so I said to myself
'What a cocky, impatient guy,
with his powerful Mercedes -
I'll show him! '
So I slowed down...
He couldn't overtake me
because the truck, of course,
was blocking the inside lane...
He went berserk! In my mirror
I could see him shake his fist
and shout unpleasant words...
After a while I felt magnanimous,
and let him pass...
As he passed, he made a sign...
So I tail-gated him
from Madrid to Valencia
(that's several hours)
doing a hundred and twenty
in my weird Fiat Multipla
(the ugliest, best car in the world)
and flashed my lights
and tooted my horn
and yelled out nasty things...
I was lucky the police never noticed...
When I reached Valencia,
the engine of my car conked out.
I guess the Mercedes Benz was fine...
Note: No criticism of Fiats is meant here. I have driven several and they're good cars, and relatively cheap. I just misused this one, as I think you may have noticed. I realize that my rage was highly dangerous, and I think I have learnt my lesson - probably more so than the other driver, who may well be as cocky and impatient as ever (the bastard!) ...
— Robert Melliard, Jan 06, 2009
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Proprietress o…
17 years 5 months ago
Robert,
Robert Melliard
17 years 5 months ago
No speed limit!
Fleur MacDonald
17 years 5 months ago
great read
Robert Melliard
17 years 5 months ago
Female drivers
yenti
17 years 5 months ago
Robert
Robert Melliard
17 years 5 months ago
Macho drivers
Rett
17 years 5 months ago
Oh man, can I tell you side effects.
Robert Melliard
17 years 5 months ago
Psychiatry
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