The two of them really are an example of Broken Britain today. Him a scummy smackhead in a car likely acquired through Motability or some other illicit activities, and with an ego outweighing any form of brain cell, and her a mouthy little tramp, no doubt thinking she's the bees knees in her Matalan gear and unwashed hair.
The saddening and annoying thing with the driver is the driver probably wouldn't have even cared or noticed after the event. Would not have given it a second thought.
This guy is an utter jerk. Based in Lancashire. Tailgating me all across the road, as I was going at 40 in the 40. Then overtook me and slammed on in front of me.
Then later on down the road showed aggressive behavior to an elderly lady, luckily her son was with her, he got out of the car and had a word.
I confronted him and he resorted to childish insults etc. He has been reported to the police.
One day he's going to mess with the wrong person, possibly Ronnie Pickering.
when I owned D29XTF, I was 23 years old.
I bought it from a private buyer in reading.
Driving it home that night, I felt like the king of the hill.
She purred along the M4 like a tiger.
It already had a full Janspeed exhaust fitted and a K&N filter, which gave the sweetest tone everytime I started it up in the mornings.
.Everytime I opened the curtain and looked at it outside, I knew the day I had ahead of me would be a special day, even though the day had just started.
It was even more of a rush everytime I drove it.
The compliments I used to get on a daily basis, including pensioners stopping on the street to admire my car sitting in traffic.
Don,t ask me why I sold this Capri because I cannot answer, but I regrettably bought a BMW convertible. Even though it was beautiful, I knew straight away that I had made a huge mistake selling my Capri, but the new owner who came with his son, had also fallen in love with the car from when he clapped eyes on it.He said that they were looking for one of these for months and months and spend over 1hr outside looking at my car, and if it was like the other rubbish he had seen, they wouldn,t have knocked my door.
A couple of months after selling it, I called the new owner who said his son would often bring his friends around to show the car to them.
I have never owned another vehicle that was so reliable as D29XTF.
In the 6 years I owned it, It never missed a heartbeat, and, apart from the usual wear and tear things, the only problem I encountered was replacing the car battery.
When I found out she was still alive and in the same condition as when I owned it, you could never imagine how this bought joy into my life.
I was at a BBQ last week and showed my nephew and nieces the car and they remembered the car clearly.Even though some of them were as small as 3 years old.
I currently own a lovely Audi A5 with 20 inch rims.
However, D29XTF, has always and will always be my favourite car.
Hello there,
My name is Sebastian, I have a pure passion for cycling and it brings me too tears when I see the likes of "Larry the Lobster" and "James" to name a few, Abusing my fellow two wheeled friends! Cycling is not a hobby, it's a lifetstyle!! A sweaty Lycra Lifestyle!!! One I love too the moon and back, just like all my other cycling friends! No, not friends, Family.
Sorry for droning on but it twists my glasses when I see this hatred for my people for no reason. This site needs to clutch down on tthis Abuse! I can't sleep at night sometimes! I don't know if that's because i'm still wearing my Helmet but I think this site something to do with it.
My Lycra is sticky but my heart is pure and driven to stop this horrific abuse which is killing my sleep.
You may call me a typical cyclist, and indeed I am and am proud to be so. I assure you I'm not the only one
This yobbo likes to drive around every single day screeching his wheels and blasting offensive music. He takes great enjoyment in taking his car to nice little villages, simply to ruin everyone's day. Just awful.
The two of them really are an example of Broken Britain today. Him a scummy smackhead in a car likely acquired through Motability or some other illicit activities, and with an ego outweighing any form of brain cell, and her a mouthy little tramp, no doubt thinking she's the bees knees in her Matalan gear and unwashed hair.