








He was tucked in and I just passed him like I was having a brew


Blue rizler one 51 plate

Your clicky things are not working fella. Wanted to check your race track out as Mrs Boz comes from Pompey (Leigh Park then Paulsgrove). Whats your location?pinkyfloyd wrote:The best chav whooping the storm ever carried out is what I done twice to the Honda Civic Type R chavs in Portsmouth. Now bear with me and the dodgy map links but it all adds to the experience.
My story starts here (clicky) at the lights. Pinky filtered his way up and sat beside this Type R Civic with chavy chav and his mate spidy spide in the passenger seat. Chavy chav driving looked at me, glared and started revving the engine. Meanwhile I just sat there with a small smile on my face. Lights went and off I went leaving the chavvy chav and his spidy spide mate at the lights as they wheelspan away to themselves.
Just here (clicky 2), a few hundred meters up the road I am sitting at the speed limit as chavy chav screams past and cuts up a car in front of me in his bid to get back in front of me. It was around that point I thought he was a bit of an idiot and he took me leaving him behind personally.
I gently make my way through the roads towards my destination when I come to the next set of lights just here (last clicky) when I filter up to the red light and I just happened to look to my left and who is sitting there glaring out the window at me? Why look, its chavy chav in his Civic. I smile, I even give a cheeky wave and just as the lights change I leave the poor bugger behind once again.
I dont understand why they think they are in with a chance against us. Yet time and time again they do try and beat us off the line. Do these people not realise that even while we are sitting on the motorway doing 70 we are not even half way through our rev range in top gear and we dont even need to drop a gear to leave them behind? Ok I will admit it is good fun to drop a gear or 2 just for the noise it makes but we dont need to.