Friday night, I had that Friday feeling. After a long day I left work in London at about 6, and started cruising down the M20 to go pick the mrs up. I was just sitting at 80 very sedately carving through the traffic as you do when I see this funny looking car coming out of nowhere like a bat out of hell up the fast lane of the motorway.
So I'm looking in my mirror trying to figure out what he's driving as I pull over to let him pass. At this point you're all probably saying "Why the f*ck is he pulling over??!" so let me say I bought the car 3 weeks ago & have been driving it carefully & gently so far as my last car died from being heavily abused on a daily basis.
Anyway, back to the motorway - so I pull over, this guy instead of passing me comes up behind me flashing his lights then pulls alongside me for a few seconds allowing me to see that he's driving the new Brabus Smart ForFour. For you guys who don't know, this is some shit plastic toy car made by some unkown...i think they call themselves mersaydees or some shit.....
Then this wanker canes it off down the motorway so i think grrrr i'm not gonna let him flash me in his toy car then drive off like that. So I chase him. And I catch him. We're doing 120 through relatively heavy traffic and he's sqeezing through holes that I can't even see but I'm right behind him all the way, adrenalin pumping and loving the feel of my car at this speed (remember i haven't pushed it yet).
Then I see a bridge coming up and out of the corner of my eye see some flourescent yellow up there. I ease off then see 2 traffic police b*stards with cameras on top of the bridge - check my mirror & try out those bimmer brakes. Straight down to 70 as the Smart car (ha ha not so smart driver!
carries on right through the speed trap at 120.
He must have realised what he'd done but a bit too late as he slowed down just as the bike came out & pulled him over. Naturally I slowed down as I drove past him, windows down & a nice little wave with a big :P on my face while I saw him looking very scared waiting for a nice
from the cops and hopefully a night of hot cock action in the cells.
I, on the other hand, carried on to the girlfriends house and enjoyed a lovely evening in her company. Every so often picturing my little friend crying in the corner of his cell....