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You were on the N25 yesterday climbing up the sweep hill outside Dungarvan in the overtaking lane heading towards Cork. I know that merely by being a BMW driver that you own the road and you can do what you want with it but try to have some decency for those who would like to get past you.

I flashed my lights and you ignored me. There was no way that you could not have known I was there. All you had to do was move over into the lane you were actually supposed to be in and let me pass. So I had no choice but to recall the rules of the road out of the depths of my memory for scenarios like this. Ah yes, there it was. You can overtake a vehicle on the left if the vehicle or traffic in the right lane is moving slower than you, provided it is safe to do so. As you were only doing about 35 miles per hours I deemed it quite safe to do so.

Well didn’t that wake you up and snap you to your senses? You wasted no time in flashing your headlights at for me doing what I could legally do despite you not doing what you were supposed to do.

Mind you, I think it was when I gave you the two fingered salute while you were behind me was the defining moment that resulted in you abandoning your 30 odd mile per hour cruise and deciding to race up behind me as close as you could while I was approaching 70 M.P.H.

But with me being a road aware and generally cautious and courteous driver I decided to move over in to the hard shoulder to allow you to pass me and allow you to vent your rage with sheer unadulterated speed. I reckon you must have been doing at least 100 when you passed me and started to pull away, far away into the distance you went.

Imagine my shock and guilt when about three miles later I saw you parked on the hard shoulder. And a Garda car with blue flashing lights pulled in front of you! I was aghast.

Actually I wasn’t guilty at all. I was delighted. I guess that is two penalty points and if you were doing anything near the speed you were when you passed me I trust you enjoy your day out in court.

Idiot.