34:57: That sign indicating the double-roundabout scared this American as to the complexity of British roads. My British co-workers in the USA have said they had no problems with driving on the right side (I never asked whether they had US-legal licenses or insurance!), and they envied the wider streets and more legible signs!
30:00: The unlicensed, uninsured, prat, must have thought that by wearing cool motorcycle leathers, cops wouldn't think he was anything other than a legitimate driver. And miraculously finding nunchucks in the street? Bonus! :p
25:00: Every week, one of us would take turns driving a group of co-workers to a local restaurant. One day, a guy who didn't look like he could harm a gerbil, took off in his car at over 50 mph in a 25 zone. I asked him to slow down, as there was no time crunch (very relaxed work atmosphere). He refused. When he was forced to stop at a light, I got out, walked back the mile to work, too angry to get lunch, and never spoke to him, again. At the time, he was a 20-something family man. You'd think he'd know better. This driver was just showing off to his buddies. And smoking? How old is he? Having said all that, the cop shouldn't be calling him "idiot," "plonker," etc, ass disrespectful as the kid's funeral garb. Not that the kid didn't deserve it, but, still. Regardless, the fact that the kid admitted to already having been in a crash (into a tree, no less), shows that this kid has learned nothing; probably got his driving skills from a video game.
P.S. I wonder what percentage of the world's driving population conveniently has their wallets stolen when pulled over by cops.
23:00: My Alzheimer's-ridden father (RIP) continued to drive for quite a while in his condition. Fortunately, he drove to only one of three local places (2 banks and 1 friend's house) that he knew very well, and the people were all familiar with him, long before he became mentally ill (they would even call us to let us know he was okay). On two separate trips with me in the passenger seat, ready to pounce on the brake and steering wheel, he almost drifted into a car stopped at a red light, and, in the other instance, he, suddenly, sped up from 30 mph to 50. When he got to a stop sign just a few blocks from our house, I got out, shaking. Shortly after that, as he tried to get into his car from the curb in front of our house, he slipped, and was unable to right himself, as is often the case with such patients. An ambulance came, and his doctor and lawyer arranged for him to be placed into a nearby nursing home with a dementia unit. He died 4 years later, allegedly, after slipping when, ostensibly, trying to go to the bathroom. It wasn't the fall that killed him; it was the 8-hour wait at the hospital emergency room for a doctor to examine him, who then ordered an MRI, of which I warned the staff that my father wouldn't sit still for it in his state. They pooh-poohed me, but, I was vindicated. I wanted to sue the nursing home and hospital, but, his lawyer said it would be impossible to prove malpractice. I even told him that he could keep 100% of any compensation; I just wanted the nursing home and hospital to be held responsible, and to prevent such in the future. Thus endeth the rant.
9:50: Did you see the wanker's eyebrow raise, as if he's proud of his idiocy? Decades ago, my father was in the hospital for a minor procedure. In the bed next to him, in full body cast from head-to, looking like the stiffest mummy you ever saw, with not a single bit of flesh showing, was a motorcyclist, who admitted (or claimed) to showing off, ending up destroying his expensive motorcycle, breaking numerous bones, including his neck and back, after failing to wear a helmet and other protective gear. My father said, "Well, I guess you'll never do that, again!", to which the prat replied, "Are you kidding? I can't wait to buy a new bike and do it all over!" Granted, he may have been kidding, but, you should have seen the look of dismay on his parents' faces. =smh=
3:00: Gum chewing actually takes needed brain power; she should have got rid of it as soon as the pursuit started (stick it on the dash leather for later removal).
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