Road Rage

Driving along in my automobile and some stupid moronic idiot pulls out of the side street causing a screech of brakes and and a storm of abusive invectives.

The stupid moronic idiot is, of course, me.

I made a mistake and I'm truly sorry.

Your car was camouflaged against the string of cars parked along the side of the road, on the bend and I truly, didn't see you, even though I looked right, left and right, again.

Almost everyone, except you, naturally, makes mistakes, while driving, whether it be pulling off(well, trying to pull off) in third gear, or not cancelling indicators that, for some reason, didn't cancel themselves, or forgetting to indicate until 10 yards/metres from a junction...

Now I do realise that these lapses sometimes cause accidents: sometimes quite serious, or fatal, but before we become engulfed in self consuming rage and hatred, would it not be wiser to take a step back and think about those times that it might have been you in the wrong.

I always have a rant, when someone's mistake affects me, but 99% of the time it really is very tongue-in-cheek.

The one thing that really does wind me up is the road racer. He sits 3 feet/1 metre behind you, travelling at a respectable 55 MPH and, at the first opportunity, regardless of bends, brows or bad road, he's (it's usually a man thing) off; Change down, pedal to the floor and swerve out and onward accelerating past you and as many cars as he can before he is forced to cut in, causing a festival of  lights, as everyone hits their brakes.

When I'm Prime Minister, I'm going to pass a law banning that sort of driving.