What an absolute stereotype for an Essex tractor. You blow through local areas at speed where kids are about just to go to a co op. Were you late for your pork pie.
Empty car park at Sainsbury's on a Saturday night. This little Rupert in daddy's Merc decides to park in the drop off point to do his bit shop. Clearly better than everyone else.
Aggressively tailgated and overtook me on the blind brow of hill. I blow my horn and driver brakes, forcing me to slow down. I carry on until a roundabout when the driver decides to turn around and follow me down a road, where I turn off and driver turns around.
Leicester driver that drives like a cunt that got their license from Ebay, no surprises there