The completely useless irrelevant thread

[Bellcose]

I post this as an observation of Canberra drivers even though I live in Canberra.

Revenge.

Background notes. Coming from the shops I have to go through two roundabouts. The first is on a main road. It has a run-off to the connecting road where there is the second roundabout and the road after that is a two way. Part way down is a street to the right down which is where I live. And that's it. Cars behind me have nowhere to go.

Cross first roundabout and a young driver practising to be the next Daniel Ricciardo, gets right up the rear after turning from the run-off. Rather aggressive. I slow down to around 50 kph (60 zone) after going through the next roundabout. Still right up my dinger. So I slow down to about 30 kph and indicate I will be turning right but see a car coming towards me which is far enough away I could go down my street safely before it reaches me. However, I decided to come to a complete stop. Took maybe 3 to 4 seconds before the other car passed me.

Watching the dirtbag in my rear view mirror swearing like a trooper was sweet indeed.

 

[farmerge]

Revenge.

Background notes. Coming from the shops I have to go through two roundabouts. The first is on a main road. It has a run-off to the connecting road where there is the second roundabout and the road after that is a two way. Part way down is a street to the right down which is where I live. And that's it. Cars behind me have nowhere to go.

Cross first roundabout and a young driver practising to be the next Daniel Ricciardo, gets right up the rear after turning from the run-off. Rather aggressive. I slow down to around 50 kph (60 zone) after going through the next roundabout. Still right up my dinger. So I slow down to about 30 kph and indicate I will be turning right but see a car coming towards me which is far enough away I could go down my street safely before it reaches me. However, I decided to come to a complete stop. Took maybe 3 to 4 seconds before the other car passed me.

Watching the dirtbag in my rear view mirror swearing like a trooper was sweet indeed.

When I had my prime mover and tri-axle float a favorite pastime with tailgaters, if I as on a road with a gravel verge was to run the float onto the gravel and spray the di**head behind with gravel stones.
Broken windscreen every time.
Those wheel ruts in the bitumen road could send an unloaded vehicle off the road occasionally.