Classic Triumph, lovely car, in the roadworks. He was tootling along no problem, i gave him chance to move over but he seemed in no hurry so i went to shoot past him. He pulled across, i pulled back. No horn, no flashing lights, no fingers and he brakes right in front of me. Not sure what your insurance would make of this my friend. And would be a shame to write off a lovely old car.
I am the driver of this vehicle and I categorically love my sister. She is the best wife I have ever had and she is certainly better and performing fallatio than my sadly malformed dad
This one driver is not too bad...