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Oh, but this 'gotta be first' thing is actually the quintessence of British road culture.
Meditation On The A30 by Sir John Betjeman
A man on his own in a car
Is revenging himself on his wife;
He open the throttle and bubbles with dottle
And puffs at his pitiful lifeShe's losing her looks very fast,
She loses her temper all day;
That lorry won't let me get past,
This Mini is blocking my way."Why can't you step on it and shift her!
I can't go on crawling like this!
At breakfast she said that she wished I was dead-
Thank heavens we don't have to kiss."I'd like a nice blonde on my knee
And one who won't argue or nag.
Who dares to come hooting at me?
I only give way to a Jag."You're barmy or plastered, I'll pass you, you bastard-
I will overtake you. I will!"
As he clenches his pipe, his moment is ripe
And the corner's accepting its kill.
Oh, but this 'gotta be first' thing is actually the quintessence of British road culture. Someone hasn't moved off immediately from the lights? Lean on the horn. A cyclist has held you up momentarily? Punishment pass. And I see cyclists cutting people up who have gotten in their way, stupidly racing people they think are inferior, mocking people who are less full kit wanker than they. Cyclists are learning to ride like car drivers - selfish, sharp-elbowed, dismissive and rude about 'lesser' road users. Like the 'nodders' thing.