As I trundled up the A21 on Saturday I wondered what was the cause of the holdup. Horsebox? Caravan? Nope, a pair of mint 80s Ferraris. Their owners weren't doing anything remotely involving driving, just sitting in them and progressing slowly whilst holding up people who wanted to go shopping in their family cars. I finally got past them, with a hint of flat 6 howl, on the first stretch of dual carriageway. There was no smile on the saloon bar/19th hole of private course faces, just a horrid smug expression. Why d0n't you just drive a Micra, you joyless pompous old cunts?
As I trundled up the A21 on Saturday I wondered what was the cause of the holdup. Horsebox? Caravan? Nope, a pair of mint 80s Ferraris. Their owners weren't doing anything remotely involving driving, just sitting in them and progressing slowly whilst holding up people who wanted to go shopping in their family cars. I finally got past them, with a hint of flat 6 howl, on the first stretch of dual carriageway. There was no smile on the saloon bar/19th hole of private course faces, just a horrid smug expression. Why d0n't you just drive a Micra, you joyless pompous old cunts?