Why I Drive a Lotus
Last night I drove into town to buy my supper at Waitrose. I was in the Lotus Elan.
It is quite a twisting road and I was probably doing fifty around the bends, which is perfectly safe and the sort of speed that everybody does. Where I cross the county border, there is a gentle bend to the right, with a very small side road. A black Mercedes convertible was waiting to turn onto the main road, but he was obviously dithering as to whether to turn left or right. As I approached to within about thirty metres or so, he pulled out straight in front of me.
Why? The guy must have seen me coming, as the Lotus is bright yellow.
But he didn’t and just kept coming.
I couldn’t go straight on as I would have hit him side on, so I braked hard and dived up the side road, missing him by perhaps three or four metres. An easy move for the Lotus, but one that even the Jaguar might have had difficulty performing.
The guy just drove off and then stopped fifty or so metres on the other side of the road, on the inside of the bend. Perhaps, he wanted someone else to run into him.
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