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- Mar 4, 2019
This one is very specific. There's an old road near me that is quite narrow and that gets even narrower for part of its length, down to a single lane. Basically a country track that identifies as a main road and got highway-affirming tarmac at some point in the past. It's on a hill, with good visibility, so the usual behaviour for two-way traffic is that cars at one end will give way while cars from the other end pass, until a small queue has formed. Then the cars at the other end will wait for that queue to pass and vice-versa. Everyone seems to understand it, local or not. Sometimes you get a moron who sees a car stopping at one end and decides to pass him because he obviously deserves to go first and shouldn't be made to wait, but generally people prefer to do it properly. The one thing that you have to do is make sure you're waiting far enough back for oncoming cars to pass you.
Every so often you get a retard, who despite seeing traffic already on the narrow part of the road when he reaches his end of the narrow spot, continues pushing forwards until he realises just how very narrow the road is. Then he will sit there, almost blocking the passing point, with some combination of smug and angry expressions on his fat, stupid face as everyone slowly tries to squeeze past him, while he occasionally jerks his car forward another couple of inches and flails at his horn like a complete mong because the five or six cars ahead of him haven't all collectively decided to reverse back down the road to let his house-sized electric go cart can zoom the way he wants.
Every so often you get a retard, who despite seeing traffic already on the narrow part of the road when he reaches his end of the narrow spot, continues pushing forwards until he realises just how very narrow the road is. Then he will sit there, almost blocking the passing point, with some combination of smug and angry expressions on his fat, stupid face as everyone slowly tries to squeeze past him, while he occasionally jerks his car forward another couple of inches and flails at his horn like a complete mong because the five or six cars ahead of him haven't all collectively decided to reverse back down the road to let his house-sized electric go cart can zoom the way he wants.