I swear to God, I felt like Harry Potter going through the barrier on platform 9 3/4. There I'd been on the A74(M) and as it turned into the M6 and I arrived in England, a whole sea of other cars suddenly materialised out of nowhere.
And they were all cock-sucking motherfuckers. Especially the cuntwaft in the Jewish Racing Gold Mitsubishi Colt CC, who could see another car on the horizon and would not get out of the right-hand lane until he passed it, three fucking days later. And his fucking family were all out on the road too.
The absolute highlight of the day was the fat old munter in the white van, who decided that my indications that I wanted to get past her old shitheap merited giving me the finger, along with a whole bunch of verbal as I passed her when she eventually deigned to get out of the way. She kept pointing at her steering wheel or something, I'm guessing she was trying to tell me not to speed.
Well. Here's the thing, see? I have a satnav, and it gives me a more accurate speed reading than the speedometer in your shitty old rustbucket Ford Transit. And the real issue here is that you arrogantly sat in the overtaking lane for 15 miles TRAVELLING AT FUCKING 65 MILES PER HOUR IN A DUAL CARRIAGEWAY NATIONAL SPEED LIMIT, YOU DAFT FUCKING MOOSE!!!
THE rule of the road is "Keep Left". Even if your speedo reading gives you a massive rush of cuntjuice to the brain, it's still "keep left". you fat old fucking harridan.