A four-letter word

The black 4x4 was being thrashed along the lane as through it was off-road, and by a driver who appeared to have downed a handful of amphetamines and half a bottle of Jack Daniels. 

It came barrelling past me; briefly mounted the verge, creating a cloud of dust; and  disappeared around a bend.  But it was waiting, impatiently,  at the next junction. 

I came up behind it and was faced with a sign on the back: 

 “How’s my driving?  Ring 0800  F*** you.”      

What to make of the effect on children who see this?

And what to make of someone who sees violent driving as something to be championed and defended?

Loadsa car

Leaving later than usual for work, I couldn't at first work out why I was met with a constant stream of enormous 4x4 vehicles coming the other way. I wondered if it was some sort of rally. Then I noticed that the occupants all appeared the same : a confident-looking if rather indifferently bored driver and teenaged passengers all dressed alike in the uniform of the expensive local private school.

The twin bogies of Chelsea tractors making their profligate contribution to environmental damage and public school elitism.