...it's a sunny Friday morning and VK and Archie are happily pootling around some narrow country lanes. We meet a tractor coming in the opposite direction and pull over into a passing place for the tractor to be able to pass; said tractor passes us by and we get a smiley thumbs up from the driver.
Onwards we go until we meet a glossy Porsche Cayenne travelling from the same direction as the tractor. Now the Porsche has just passed a convenient gateway to pull over into on their side of the lane. We wait expectantly for the driver to reverse into it. We're still waiting...female Porsche driver stares blankly at us...I point finger in the direction of the gateway thinking that she hasn't seen it. She still doesn't move and there's no where for me to pull into, so I go on waiting until my patience gives in and I jab my finger in direction of gateway again. No movement. My stubborn streak kicks in and I decide that there's no way I'm going to back down a narrow lane when there's a place just behind her to reverse into. Stand off ensues until White Van Man pulls up behind me.
Eventually she gives in and makes it clear why she was reluctant to reverse: she can't bloody manoeuvre her car! She moves backwards and forwards in a sawing direction going nowhere for a few minutes until she finally backs the Porsche into the gateway. I slowly drive past with my window down ready to put my hand up to grudgingly thank her, when suddenly Mrs. Tweedy Hoity-Toity shouts out that "That old car shouldn't be on the road!"
We stop and I fire my reply at her: "You shouldn't be on the road if it takes you five minutes to reverse your car" and give her the evils. Then off Archie and I pootle, having had the last word and leaving White Van Man bemused.
Arrogant drivers - don't you just hate 'em?
P.S. I should have been driving one of these like the lovely Kenny: