The one that gets my goat down here in rural Devon is either not being able to reverse, or understand the nature of bottlenecks.
A couple of weeks back I was on my way to the dump with a trailer full of rubbish when I met one of the "twinset and pearls" brigade coming down the lane. I was in full view, but she drove straight through a passing place and then stopped in the narrowest part of the lane. Did she back up 5 yards? Did she pineapple! I had to reverse a large trailer about 50 yards down a narrow lane to a farm gate and then tuck in. And when she drove past she didn't even acknowledge my existence!
Then there are those who slow right down in the passing place and stop just as it narrows again and wait to see if you can squeeze through, and when you can't, they make a big issue of having to reverse 6 feet to where they should have stopped in the first place. Sometimes when they back up they ricochet off both hedges.
On one occasion when this happened, there was a passing place about 4 car lengths behind her, and I knew for a fact there was nothing within 200 yards behind me. I motioned to her to back up and she shook her head. I stopped the engine, reached for a newspaper and spread it out across the steering wheel and waited. I could see there was a furious exchange going on inside the car and after about 3 mins a man got out from the passengers seat, walked around the car, hauled the woman out and then he backed up. I gave the usual raised fingers of thanks and drove on my way.
A couple of weeks back I was on my way to the dump with a trailer full of rubbish when I met one of the "twinset and pearls" brigade coming down the lane. I was in full view, but she drove straight through a passing place and then stopped in the narrowest part of the lane. Did she back up 5 yards? Did she pineapple! I had to reverse a large trailer about 50 yards down a narrow lane to a farm gate and then tuck in. And when she drove past she didn't even acknowledge my existence!
Then there are those who slow right down in the passing place and stop just as it narrows again and wait to see if you can squeeze through, and when you can't, they make a big issue of having to reverse 6 feet to where they should have stopped in the first place. Sometimes when they back up they ricochet off both hedges.
On one occasion when this happened, there was a passing place about 4 car lengths behind her, and I knew for a fact there was nothing within 200 yards behind me. I motioned to her to back up and she shook her head. I stopped the engine, reached for a newspaper and spread it out across the steering wheel and waited. I could see there was a furious exchange going on inside the car and after about 3 mins a man got out from the passengers seat, walked around the car, hauled the woman out and then he backed up. I gave the usual raised fingers of thanks and drove on my way.