• Much gets made of poor city driving - and rightly so - but the off-piste motoring out in the countryside is beyond mental. I'm very defensive and always expect trouble - which was why I was ready at the side of the road with my foot out the pedal - but later the same day I had to unclip and take my right hand off the bars because a car passed so close I thought it was about to clip me.

    This year I have had to pull in and stop twice because of overtaking drivers:

    • Transit van, heroically and bravely overtaking despite both a corner and a dip in the road ensuring he had no clue what was oncoming - quite scary - I was really squalking at the van, he ignored me totally but the driver in the overtaken car shot me a 'Fuuuuck!' look as he went by;
    • Little old lady in a tiny car overtaking on a long, sweeping bend on a flat road with plenty of visibility, but at the slowest speed imaginable. I could see it wasn't going well and had loads of time to stop and pull a 'what the fuck are you even doing that for?' face - even though she had plenty of time her near-side had only just started to creep across the white line by the time she passed me.
      I loved how she didn't make eye contact because she was so fixedly staring at her rear view as she inched her bumper in front of the other car with zero room whatsoever.
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