Triumphrat

richb · 07-31-2006, 09:52 AM

..and their not so Smart drivers. What is it with these Smart Cars?

A couple of weeks ago in a queue of traffic some Smart-arse started hooting at a CB125 that was allegedly blocking his way across a junction. I was sitting there too, there was nowhere to go. CB125 and me crossed the junction and a few moments later we are waiting at the tail of the next queue of traffic. Up comes Smart-arse starts hooting, f-ing and blinding again. CB125 puts his bike in neutral, puts his kickstand down, gets off and lamps him though the open window. Very f*cken funny although I know you're not supposed to do this. CB125 gets back on, we wink at each other and carry on (I'd waited just to see if I was needed).

Saturday I'm out on my own on a dual carriageway, empty inside lane, chocka outside (as usual). I'm going up the inside, fairly slowly 'cos I know stuff like this happens.. Sure enough, another Smartarse swings from outside to inside lane, no attempt at indication, no observation, barely a bike-length in front of me. A dab on the trusty twin discs avoids making a mess of his horrible little plastic rear-end, I pull up beside him and tell him he's a **** - yes, THAT word.

Still, makes a change from grousing at 4x4's anyway.

Dingle · 07-31-2006, 10:51 AM

I,ve never had the pleasure Richb , there doesn'tseem to be many around here .

It,s mainly boy racer,s in knackered Corsa,s . I wish i,d have been there to see the cb125 rider in action though sounded great !

i had something similar years ago when me and a mate had just got a couple of vespa scooters , a f***wit in a white escort was right up my mate,s arse on a bypass , too close for comfort . As soon as there was space on the other side the escort driver whizzed past giving us the one finger salute .

The bypass ended in traffic lights and there he was in the inside lane with the lights having just gone to red .

As calm as you like me and my mate stopped next to him in the second lane , my mate got off his vespa and went over to the drivers door . The lad who was driving wound his window up rapidly and stared at his instruments like his life depended on it while my mate was calmly knocking on his window .

He then headbutted the window and nearly put it through and gave him a few pearls of wisdom , got onto his scoot and the lights changed and the escort driver flew off like a man possesed .