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?

Advanced driving

Everyone has a dodgy driving tale to tell.  

My current is this morning's experience of being over-taken by an elderly man, with a car coming fast in the opposite direction.

Keen to avoid a head-on collision, I braked and allowed the madman to squeeze in.

Nothing particularly unusual, in the scheme of things, except for the badge on the back of his car:  Institute of Advanced Motorists.