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In case those of you in England think life moves at a gentler, less stressful, pace here in northern Scotland, let me disabuse you.
This pm, 12 March, I signalled right and prepared to turn off the South Deeside Road, B 9077 onto an unclassified (though quite busy) minor road. A Transit van behind me blocked my view of the road behind. More importantly, it blocked the forward view of any cars behind it. Those cars, if any, would not have known why the Transit was slowing down. Just as I began to turn the wheel, a sixth sense told me to look in my wing mirror. Lo and behold, a car was busy overtaking the van! I stopped dead in the road and allowed it to speed past. I hoped the twat would feel embarrassed. I began to turn right again, and checked the mirror, again. Well, fuck me rigid if a 4 x 4 wasn't attempting the same manouevre - overtaking the line of traffic waiting for me to turn right. This particular twat stopped, with his indicator signalling right, on the wrong side of the road. I hoped he would feel even more of a twat as I continued to turn into the side road. I made it safely, but only just!
I have driven in places as disparate as France, Australia, the USA, Iran and Afghanistan. The French can be aggressive and rude, Aussies never go more than 1kph over a speed limit, but will race each other away from traffic lights with all the enthusiasm of dragsters, and Americans are wild, but friendly. In Iran, always move over for a vehicle that is bigger than you - if you don't, you will be forced to! If driving at night in Afghanistan it is wise to remember that the next bend may conceal a truck parked in the middle of the road with no lights.
It turns out that this was all good training for driving in Britain. I used to think British drivers were a level-headed, polite lot. Recent experience such as the one above has convinced me otherwise. On the A9 near Aviemore, I was forced onto the hard shoulder by a truck anxious to get past. In Aberdeen I was forced off the road onto the verge by a truck whose driver hadn't noticed I was in the inside lane. On the M73, just before a 50mph bend onto the A80, I was passing a truck when a car came up fast, tailgated and flashed its lights vigorously. What did he want me to do? - I was at 60mph, alongside an articulated truck, slowing down for a bend. When he got past, he hooted angrily several times. Immediately after the bend he took a slip road exit to Cumbernauld or somesuch vile haunt of twat drivers. Something similar once happened to me in Dundee. Not content with expressing his anger by tailgating, the driver, who had police contacts, reported ME for dangerous driving!
I suspect that drivers like these, who don't appear to have understood that their impatience might only get them to their destinations a minute or two earlier, may be responsible for bestowing Speed Cameras, Sleeping Policemen and the like on the rest of us. WE have to bear the brunt of their impatience, selfishness and lack of awareness.
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