Imagine the scene: two cars travelling down a straight road, a parked car further along and a turning to the right a hundred yards past that. The car in front of me indicates to go around the parked car having done so I go to overtake him whereupon he turns into the turning. I collide with his car. We exchange details. Turns out he is Mr. Pratt
. Just about keep the smile from my face. (Yes I know the fault is six of one / half dozen of the other
).
Had to smile at the above...
Many years ago, I and a pal were in my then pride-and-joy MG Midget, queueing at a T junction.
The car in front indicated to turn right, and was inching forward, ready for a gap in the traffic.
I was wanting to turn left, so as he inched forward and steering right, I was beginning to move up on his inside.
All of a sudden - and he later blamed his passenger wife! - he changed his mind, deciding to turn left instead....
Crunch. My right wing, which I'd only just had repaired and resprayed, got clobbered. The MG was so low, he claimed he couldn't see it in his wing mirror, and then his idiot wife started complaining that we shouldn't have tried to "undertake" his car.
Neither of us had insurance details with us - and laddo didn't even have his licence with him - so it was just a verbal exchange of basic details, scribbled on *** packets/whatever.
In answer to my first question, he stated his name was "John Smith".
Both I and my best mate chorused
"Oh yeah....sure!"
It turned out it was, of course!
