28th November 2010
The day we picked up our *new* car. A 2000 (X plate) immaculate condition MR2 convertible. We have not owned a car for nearly 5 years because we have been doing up our house and putting any spare money into our small business. Driving in your leisure time in stinky dog vans gets tiresome! So after some hard graft, we had decided the time was right to get a little sporty number and as we'd had an MR2 before, it was the obvious choice. After looking for a few months and getting a tax rebate which meant we increased out budget from £2.5k to £3.5k, we bought our new toy.
This morning we went to collect her. Lee drove away from the garage in Essex with me following in one of our vans. The intention was to go home and drop off the van, and go for a drive, top down in the sunshine, albeit bloody freezing, then to a local country pub for a family reunion lunch.
The afternoon did not pan out this way.
The following is an account of events that will probably result in a criminal prosecution for the tosspot that caused a trail of destruction.
We picked up the car and had it written off on the way home! We are both fine though & no one was injured in either of the cars. Here is our story:
Lee was driving the car along the M20 between Leybourne & Aylesford, so ten minutes from home, I was a mile or 2 behind on the way home from picking it up. Lee had someone tailgating him in the fast lane, he overtook a couple of cars then pulled into the middle lane to get out of his way. The tailgater got a bonnet past Lee and Lee gave him the wanker sign, with that Mr wanker turned in on Lee forcing him to swerve into the slow lane, then back into the middle. At this point, Lee lost control, started to spin, hit a Vectra that was behind him but in the fast lane, then the front of our car hit the central reservation, followed by the back, & the car and Lee came to rest facing the wrong way in the fast lane, with the Vectra backwards up the bank!
The Vectra owner is the son of the wanker & has signed a statement stating that it was his dad's fault. Only problem is mr vectra told his dad to do one in case he hit him, so he drove off, the shit. We do, of course, know who he is, or at least, the police do.
The car was recovered at a cost of £230 because the bloody RAC wouldn't answer the phone. We spent nearly 2 hours on the hard shoulder freezing our collective tits off. No idea how long all the arsing about will take now though because it may well become a criminal prosecution.
So there u have it, we had the car 45 minutes and I didn't even drive the fucking thing.
Video at the bottom of rage, erm, I mean page........
Love Claire and Lee
Pissed off, from Maidstone
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5u0kJPJGW2M
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