Reclaim the road for ‘proper motorists’
THIS total and utter misuse of speed limits must stop immediately, and I am serious about this (well maybe just a tinge of tongue in cheek)...
There I am, once again, going along Fort Road at 8.45am on the way to work and there will always be at least one vehicle with two people nattering in front of me, who are hovering at about 18mph in the 35mph zone. This action is totally and utterly ridiculous and selfish to other road users. If anyone is doing 20mph or less, they obviously have nowhere to go and no purpose. If they want to natter while I need to get to work, then get them off the road – go for a coffee, chat... get out of my way, get out of my life. I am sick and tired of these idiots who hold up genuine road users who actually have got a purpose for their journey.
Alternatively, these selfish people should be made to follow behind a vehicle travelling at 18mph in a 35 zone, and to make it as uncomfortable for them as it is for me, fill them with 20 cups of tea before they set off, make certain there are no public toilets within three miles of their destination and ensure there are a least 16 cyclists on the road who are not members of the Guernsey Velo Club.
In addition... there I am, once again, coming back from work and I get diverted through a lane... and another lane... and another lane...All drivers who have to audacity to travel below 15 miles an hour in a 25mph zone and below 10 miles an hour in a 15mph zone – take them off the roads immediately.
These people deserve to spend their whole day in a traffic jam because that is obviously the pinnacle of their motoring enjoyment.
It is time that ‘proper motorists’ fought back against this continuing dictatorship by useless road users.
This includes anyone who drives in the middle of the road, is too precious to mount the pavement, too lazy or thoughtless to dip their full beams, and anyone who remain stony-faced and does not smile or gesture when I pass the other way... Take them off the road, confiscate their vehicle and stuff it in a crusher.
Name and address withheld.