Roadkill, waiting to happen

I am coming to loathe the A34.

Stupid fucking car drivers who could not pass a test tomorrow if their lives depended on it.

Inconsiderate bastard lorry drivers who block both lanes in a ‘rolling roadblock for miles on end’ kind of way.

And if you think this ‘rolling roadblock’ is a minor gripe, let me tell you that yesterday – Friday 29th July 2011 – I was stuck behind such a rolling roadblock of inconsiderate bastard lorry drivers for JUST OVER EIGHT FUCKING MILES.

Eight miles?

Bastards.

And then there’s the car drivers who don’t actually know how to drive.

These are the people who never check their mirrors to see if, you know, there’s anyone actually in the way of the manoeuvre they’re going to do, to see if they might actually kill someone, if that someone doesn’t take immediate avoiding action.

These are the utter twats who believe that if they indicate they have, by God-given virtue of the power of that flashing indicator light, a full and total right to pull out (or pull in, they’re not fussy) in to the path of whatever traffic might already be there.

These twats usually exercise this logic when they’re joining the ‘A’-road or motorway from a slip-lane.

‘I’m indicating, you can see I’m indicating, therefore I’m fucking coming in there’.

You know the sort?

Utter bastards.

I have, lately, been spending significant amounts of time on the A34.

And it seems that both directions of traffic on that road, on the stretch from Abingdon down to the A303, is frequently driven but utter idiots.

Car drivers. Van drivers. Bus drivers. Lorry Drivers. Idiots, most of them.

They are just roadkill, waiting to happen.