Old fart in a Peugeot Partner in Morecambe needs to learn its give way to traffic on the right at roundabouts, not floor it & nearly cause an accident on shrimp roundabout.
Absolute slow arse in a Vauxhall Zafira. Causing a big queue of traffic because they're going a fraction of the speed limit.
Saw someone a couple cars behind me go for a wild overtake because they got that fed up of this guy & nearly caused an accident. Probably wouldn't have happened if this guy had just done the speed limit.
A6, Garstang.
NV17 GUG — mark that name for hell,
A four-wheeled curse with a rust-flaked shell.
Rolling disgrace, you're a plague on the street,
Every turn that you take is a crime on repeat.
You drive like a villain that chaos designed,
With road rage for blood and no goddamn spine.
No skill, no shame, just pure desecration,
Your license itself is a public damnation.
Your brakes scream death, your tyres beg peace,
But you floor it like Satan just granted release.
Indicators dusty like your common sense,
Each mile that you drive is an act of offense.
You cut through lanes like a blade through flesh,
But it’s your own pride that you constantly wreck.
A ticking time bomb in a four-door hearse,
Every rev of your engine just makes things worse.
You don’t own the road — you're a blight, a disease,
A rolling mistake that pollutes every breeze.
If roads were a battlefield, you'd be first to fall,
NV17 GUG, you're the shame of us all.
Old fart in a Peugeot Partner in Morecambe needs to learn its give way to traffic on the right at roundabouts, not floor it & nearly cause an accident on shrimp roundabout.