DX03 OEA
Corey2016-05-07 23:19:03
Drives too fast, overtook me in a 30 zone and nearly nocked two kids over on a zebra crossing, then did a j-turn and starting harassing me because I was doing the speed limit!!
Drives too fast, overtook me in a 30 zone and nearly nocked two kids over on a zebra crossing, then did a j-turn and starting harassing me because I was doing the speed limit!!
DX16 ENJ
A driver2016-04-08 12:05:28
Friday mornings in the Keston/Hayes area in leafy South-East London suburbia are regularly featured in the top ten TripAdvisor Breath-taking Ordinariness charts (behind WHSmith’s ‘New Arrivals’ section, Virgin Trains lunch options and anything by Adele). That aside, as someone who has either taken the time to google this number plate, or someone who has stumbled upon a review that contains all the excitement of a medium length Tuesday afternoon train delay at Middlesbrough, minus the fun of whatever took you there, you’re evidently in the market for some excitement. And so was I, on said Friday morning. Friday 8th April 2016 at 10.01, to be precise.
It was to be a morning where I was introduced to the delights of the Bevan Group, whose story evidently began when Ron Bevan ‘founded a bodybuilding company to serve the needs of rapidly
expanding freight transport industry’. A bold and admirable step that has since been furthered by a series of enviable highlights, including relocating to larger premises in 1979, a further relocation to an independent site in Blakeley Hall Road, Oldbury in 1988, the much -admired launch of Bevan Aftercare in 2003, the purchase of PG Reeves in 2009 and my own personal encounter with a white van, registration DX16 ENJ, to whom I gave the name Ange, on account of those last three letters.
Keen to promote the brand, unsatisfied with her status as merely something in my rear view mirror and with a shared interest in turning right from Five Elms Road onto Baston Road (Latitude 51.371534 Longitude 0.022710, to be precise), Ange evidently felt that the 0.43 (it could have been 0.44 – we may beg to differ) of a second it took me to look to check the road ahead was clear of fellow excitement-seekers, was all the reason she needed to immediately set about a marketing campaign like no other.
Pulling up on the left of my vehicle (well, not exactly mine, but my father’s, who I was driving home from eye surgery and whose temporary imperfect vision was no barrier to his own introduction to the work of the Bevan Group) Ange considered her pressing requirement to turn right of far greater importance than my own. Credit due – she did indicate (was it she, or the male driver imprisoned within?), a thoughtful gesture that was negated by the unavoidable and immediate observation that both Ange and I were about to be sharing the very same space. Some would say she cut me up on a right turn and tried to undertake. I prefer a more gentlemanly approach to such matters.
We then spent nine short but magnificent minutes getting to know each other. Ange positioned herself such that she appeared interested in the small print on the showroom sticker on my rear window and so as I were able to get a good, long look at any recent dental work her locked-in driver had had done from my rear-view mirror. It was closer than many husbands allow their wives to get, so I assume I ought to be thankful for her admiration and eagerness.
Sadly, a few moments later and Ange had lost interest - just as I was metaphorically applying my lipstick whilst playing hard to get. Bevan Group drivers really are a fickle bunch. Approaching a small queue of traffic on Hayes Lane by a roundabout (the Chinese Garage Roundabout as it’s known to locals – on account of it having a former petrol station built in the style of a majestic Beijing Palace in its honour), Ange took a sudden swing to a side of the road usually reserved for driving in Brittany, but temporarily brought to Angleterre in the form of downtown Beckenham.
Thankfully avoiding yet another pesky excitement-seeker who preferred the traditional side of the road, and who has also recently passed the Chinese Roundabout, albeit in the opposite direction, Ange found herself fifteen feet further along in the small queue of Chinese Roundabout day-trippers – some of whom were visiting from Brittany no less, what with the boundless fun on offer. Whilst at a standstill, I took it upon myself to snap a photo to serve as a reminder of a great love-lost – something to frame and hang on my mantelpiece and spend the rest of my days wondering how my life could have been had I allowed Ange to go one step further and implant herself firmly in my recently-serviced exhaust pipe. A minute later and Ange turned right onto Village Way. And that was the moment I was returned into the breath-taking ordinariness of a Friday morning in suburban South-East London.
I’m ever-thankful for those ten or so minutes I spend with Ange and resign myself to a future of pining hopelessly for someone – anyone – to repeat those magnificent moments of that early spring Friday morning.
Friday mornings in the Keston/Hayes area in leafy South-East London suburbia are regularly featured in the top ten TripAdvisor Breath-taking Ordinariness charts (behind WHSmith’s ‘New Arrivals’ section, Virgin Trains lunch options and anything by Adele). That aside, as someone who has either taken the time to google this number plate, or someone who has stumbled upon a review that contains all the excitement of a medium length Tuesday afternoon train delay at Middlesbrough, minus the fun of whatever took you there, you’re evidently in the market for some excitement. And so was I, on said Friday morning. Friday 8th April 2016 at 10.01, to be precise.
It was to be a morning where I was introduced to the delights of the Bevan Group, whose story evidently began when Ron Bevan ‘founded a bodybuilding company to serve the needs of rapidly
expanding freight transport industry’. A bold and admirable step that has since been furthered by a series of enviable highlights, including relocating to larger premises in 1979, a further relocation to an independent site in Blakeley Hall Road, Oldbury in 1988, the much -admired launch of Bevan Aftercare in 2003, the purchase of PG Reeves in 2009 and my own personal encounter with a white van, registration DX16 ENJ, to whom I gave the name Ange, on account of those last three letters.
Keen to promote the brand, unsatisfied with her status as merely something in my rear view mirror and with a shared interest in turning right from Five Elms Road onto Baston Road (Latitude 51.371534 Longitude 0.022710, to be precise), Ange evidently felt that the 0.43 (it could have been 0.44 – we may beg to differ) of a second it took me to look to check the road ahead was clear of fellow excitement-seekers, was all the reason she needed to immediately set about a marketing campaign like no other.
Pulling up on the left of my vehicle (well, not exactly mine, but my father’s, who I was driving home from eye surgery and whose temporary imperfect vision was no barrier to his own introduction to the work of the Bevan Group) Ange considered her pressing requirement to turn right of far greater importance than my own. Credit due – she did indicate (was it she, or the male driver imprisoned within?), a thoughtful gesture that was negated by the unavoidable and immediate observation that both Ange and I were about to be sharing the very same space. Some would say she cut me up on a right turn and tried to undertake. I prefer a more gentlemanly approach to such matters.
We then spent nine short but magnificent minutes getting to know each other. Ange positioned herself such that she appeared interested in the small print on the showroom sticker on my rear window and so as I were able to get a good, long look at any recent dental work her locked-in driver had had done from my rear-view mirror. It was closer than many husbands allow their wives to get, so I assume I ought to be thankful for her admiration and eagerness.
Sadly, a few moments later and Ange had lost interest - just as I was metaphorically applying my lipstick whilst playing hard to get. Bevan Group drivers really are a fickle bunch. Approaching a small queue of traffic on Hayes Lane by a roundabout (the Chinese Garage Roundabout as it’s known to locals – on account of it having a former petrol station built in the style of a majestic Beijing Palace in its honour), Ange took a sudden swing to a side of the road usually reserved for driving in Brittany, but temporarily brought to Angleterre in the form of downtown Beckenham.
Thankfully avoiding yet another pesky excitement-seeker who preferred the traditional side of the road, and who has also recently passed the Chinese Roundabout, albeit in the opposite direction, Ange found herself fifteen feet further along in the small queue of Chinese Roundabout day-trippers – some of whom were visiting from Brittany no less, what with the boundless fun on offer. Whilst at a standstill, I took it upon myself to snap a photo to serve as a reminder of a great love-lost – something to frame and hang on my mantelpiece and spend the rest of my days wondering how my life could have been had I allowed Ange to go one step further and implant herself firmly in my recently-serviced exhaust pipe. A minute later and Ange turned right onto Village Way. And that was the moment I was returned into the breath-taking ordinariness of a Friday morning in suburban South-East London.
I’m ever-thankful for those ten or so minutes I spend with Ange and resign myself to a future of pining hopelessly for someone – anyone – to repeat those magnificent moments of that early spring Friday morning.
DX58 UAB
2016-03-23 13:55:10
After driving behind this car for several miles slowly and patiently, I finally found a suitable spot to overtake. Nice clear long straight national speed limit road. Overtake done and I noticed him vanish in my rear view mirror.
I come up to a set of lights and as I was about to roll to a stop they change to green. The driver of the Porsche Boxter decided to overtake me on the cross roads junction and then proceeded to drive yet again slowly in front of me....
What was the need?! If he wanted to aggravate me then he was successful but why overtake somebody (and not in the most sensible of places or scenarios) and then proceed to drive slowly!
After driving behind this car for several miles slowly and patiently, I finally found a suitable spot to overtake. Nice clear long straight national speed limit road. Overtake done and I noticed him vanish in my rear view mirror.
I come up to a set of lights and as I was about to roll to a stop they change to green. The driver of the Porsche Boxter decided to overtake me on the cross roads junction and then proceeded to drive yet again slowly in front of me....
What was the need?! If he wanted to aggravate me then he was successful but why overtake somebody (and not in the most sensible of places or scenarios) and then proceed to drive slowly!
DX64 KLJ
a.l2016-02-20 12:31:05
Driver is a complete idiot. Didnt check mirrors before moving out right in front of me..and didnt use indicators. Then cut me up moving back in..complete danger to others.
Driver is a complete idiot. Didnt check mirrors before moving out right in front of me..and didnt use indicators. Then cut me up moving back in..complete danger to others.
DX52 WJF
Tori Spelling2016-02-10 11:20:33
Dumb little lad with a barried up Honda shopping car, comically fat and horribly poor at driving. Ginormous sticker on the door and an exhaust you could hide a badger in.
Screws the nuts off his tiny Honda at every opportunity, hopefully he'll stick it into a tree at some point and do everyone a favour.
Dumb little lad with a barried up Honda shopping car, comically fat and horribly poor at driving. Ginormous sticker on the door and an exhaust you could hide a badger in.
Screws the nuts off his tiny Honda at every opportunity, hopefully he'll stick it into a tree at some point and do everyone a favour.
DX64 RUW
Mr Linton2016-01-06 17:50:02
This driver is a complete ARSEHOLE! He drives up behind you at a 100mph, screams past you, then slams on the breaks just because you were going the speed limit. I really hope that is company van and he gets sacked. Smarny Little Shit!
This driver is a complete ARSEHOLE! He drives up behind you at a 100mph, screams past you, then slams on the breaks just because you were going the speed limit. I really hope that is company van and he gets sacked. Smarny Little Shit!
DX55 YJX
Paul Rowling2015-10-23 10:30:50
This lorry was driving in an extremely dangerous way at 10.15am on 22nd October 2015 on A49 Little Budworth towards Tarporley. The Driver of this large lorry was over taking vehicles already doing 60MPH with no regard for other road users and forcing other vehicles to swerve and avoid him. If anybody knows this plate can you please inform the company the lorry works for.
This lorry was driving in an extremely dangerous way at 10.15am on 22nd October 2015 on A49 Little Budworth towards Tarporley. The Driver of this large lorry was over taking vehicles already doing 60MPH with no regard for other road users and forcing other vehicles to swerve and avoid him. If anybody knows this plate can you please inform the company the lorry works for.
DX63 XLV
2015-10-15 13:20:21
Just bombed down the lane in the Lorry and had no thought for my three year old boy riding his pony and sat up my Arse and sped past me as I got to my field gate could've seriously injured all of us and didn't care! Hope I can find out who he works for, his jumper said logistics.....
Just bombed down the lane in the Lorry and had no thought for my three year old boy riding his pony and sat up my Arse and sped past me as I got to my field gate could've seriously injured all of us and didn't care! Hope I can find out who he works for, his jumper said logistics.....
Rude Man, didn`t know how to drive to barrier so it WOULD have opened for him.. NO just keep beeping horn and shouting F**cking hell outside all the office and class rooms.
What a lovely man