At the end of last week I drove behind a woman who was drying her hair with a plug-in hairdryer at 40+ mph.
But equally, two days ago I was forced into a foot of floodwater at the side of the road by a man in a flat cap driving a white van who couldn't wait till I'd cleared the crown of the road. Yesterday I had to stop suddenly when a spotty boy swerved in front of me from the other side of the high street to grab a parking space outside the kebab shop. And this morning a suit in a Lexus sat on my back bumper in our single-track lane until I pulled into a field gate to get rid of him. I passed him in the hedge about a mile later, slid off on cowsh*t.
So you see, gender stereotypes are no predictors of behaviour.
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Martyn,
Now if you'd been in an old Series Land Rover you'd have stopped to pull Lexus man out.............obviously with a smug grin as you charged an honest tenner for five minutes work.
Perhaps that's your rate anyway?
David
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David W wrote:
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> Martyn,
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> Now if you'd been in an old Series Land Rover
> as you charged an honest tenner for five minutes
> work.
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> Perhaps that's your rate anyway?
Now you've hit upon my dilemma of the week. E. me for more details!
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Last winter, I followed a car one evening from Bristol's main railway station up the M32 to the M4, the car had no lights on and many other road users flashed the driver but to no avail, eventually at Jct 19 a queue of traffic formed and I leapt out and told the driver she had no lights on, Oh she said I wondered why everyone was waving and flashing. She then promptly drove of, still with no lights on, down the M4 towards Wales.
Two years ago at a Tesco petrol station I watched two ladies trying to put four star into an unleaded car. The nozzle would not fit and petrol spilled everywhere. An assistant came out and told them why the nozzle would not fit, as their modern car could only take UL petrol. The elder lady took pity on the assistant and pulled out her points card and patiently explained that with 4* she got more points. The assistant then gave up as I assume the catalyst would sooner than later.
Shouldn't be too critical as I sometimes think there but for the grace of God go I. I used to put 5* in a 1955 Ford Popular to make it go faster.
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I'm not sure it makes any difference whether I'm hit by a woman who doesn't know what she's doing or a boy racer driving like an idiot, or, indeed, as someone mentioned earlier, a traffic light dragster with a sublimated trouser problem. They're all idiots regardless of gender.
Picking up again on the tailgating thread, I don't know if this would be possible in UK (child seat laws), but in the Gulf it was very common to get tailgated by a large Arab in an even larger car, headlights, horn, swerving from side to side, the whole I've-got-a-short-dick-problem repertoire. Our daughter, then 12 or so, invented the delightful ploy of looking out through the back window, nodding and waving to get the following driver's attention, then she would point urgently in the direction of one of his lights/front wheels, while mouthing attention-getting imaginary noises. Guaranteed the oaf concerned would pull over and fall behind to stop and find out what she was telling him was "wrong".
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