Okay, there's a junction in Helston with traffic lights to control the flow of cars coming from the left (obviously, if you're on the other side of the road, it's the right...) We're on the left approaching the junction when the lights turn red. Eldest son is driving so he slows, stops at the lights, pulls on the handbrake and finds his biting point. (Are you having hot flashbacks to your driving lessons, yet??)
The lights change to green, he releases the handbrake and slowly moves off indicating his turn to the left. Now, what does the dickhead on the other side of the road do? He has no green filter and should only turn if the road is clear. Is the road clear? No, there's a learner driver there just starting to make the turn, so what does he do? Yep! You guessed it, the prize pillock just decides to pull across in front of us. And lo, and behold, a motorcyclist figures he can squeeze through too!!
Eldest son had that look on his face; I just knew he was contemplating ramming into them as just punishment for being tossers. He must have done the sums quickly in his head: smacking dickhead = caved in front of our car = car off the road = no more driving.
Sensible choice, son.
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Oh, poor lad! But what a clever boy? !! At his age, I would definitely have run the lot of them down (and spent the rest of my life paying for the damages out of my pocket money).
My grandparents used to live in Helston. I have very fond memories of summer holidays there, and walking down to a little harbour village nearby.
Thanks for visiting my blog. This is a nice one. I shall be back!
Aw, thanks, Leigh. I must admit I could spend my life quite happily reading other peoples' blogs!
Shame I can't get a qualification in it!!
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