Ahahaha. Oh I have to post this little story while its fresh in my head. Righty, its early in the morning, and its been a couple of minutes since I left the house, driving to work. There are two lanes of traffic, I'm in the fast lane (thats on the right here in the UK) because apart from side roads which people frequently turn and out of (from the left lane) I know that further up the road there is parked traffic that would force me to move into the right hand lane anyway. So there I am pottering along on the limit, 40mph and even though its 7 in the morning there's traffic not 10 metres further ahead than me, so you know, I'm keeping pace. No problem. Until some guy with his missus is in a VW Estate, and tries to undertake me (ie pass on my left in my massive blind spot). Anyway, he doesn't make it because you know those side roads I mentioned? The guy right ahead of me in the left lane suddenly brakes and turns off to the left. VW Estate guy pretty much has to emergency brake to avoid getting into an accident. Duh. Further ahead the traffic has pulled away a little (I accelerate slowly, conserve petrol what with the stupid prices) but traffic is still only what? 25 metres up the road? Suddenly Mr VW Estate (who is behind me again) veers into the left lane and mad tries to pass me on the left again. Fuck that says I. So I speed up to keep him behind me, and lo and behold, you know that parked traffic I mentioned earlier? Yup up they come. Mr VW Estate has to brake (again) and get behind me (again). At the end of the road he's now DESPERATELY trying to get beside me at the roundabout, which he can't, because of the other traffic on the road. But he does, a couple minutes down at a traffic light. He's giving me his best evil death stare. (Oooooh I'm shaking). Bear in mind, I'm a pretty confident guy when it comes to confrontation (I'm a few days short of 33, been doing martial arts since I was 15). So I open my window (at first the rear one by accident admittedly, its not my normal car) give him a big old grin and call out to him: 'Why are you trying to undertake me back there!? Where were you going to go?' *Still gives me his best evil death stare (wavering slightly because this isn't the reaction he was probably expecting)* 'Why are you trying so hard to get past me? Where were you going to go?' (Meaning, even if he did pass me, he would gain at most 1 car space) Lights change, just before he pulls off he says, and I shit you not, 'Go home.' WTF. The best you can come up with is a weak ass racist comment? AHAHHAHAHA. To top it all off he's slightly ahead of me (because the way the queues at the lights were stacked) and he pulls off SLOWLY expecting me to try to churn around him as fast as I could, and he would in a big hero moment, cut me off. Except I can see, that traffic is only a few metres up the road. Slow acceleration suits me, I save more petrol that way. We eventually catch up to the traffic ahead anyway, because its MOVING SLOWLY. In every possible way he failed to get one up on me in front of his missus. Who (from her lack of participation) probably thought he should just let it go. But no, instead he showed what a shit driver he was and that his default 'go to' argument is weak sauce racism. Go start a riot already pea brain. Anyway, cool story bro. I thought I'd share the start of the day, I suppose it can only get better right?