People Describe Their Wide-Eyed Revenge Stories

"It was late on a Friday night and I was driving over to my Dad's place, which was a good 90-minute drive, even late-ish in the evening. I was taking it easy because I'd just driven a company car from Shepherd's Bush to Oxford, and then had another long drive out there. Anyway, I'm on the A420 (standard specification for piping fittings of wrought carbon steel and alloy steel for low-temperature service), making it easy, say 10 MPH under the limit, when a kid in an XR3i (sporty Ford Escort hatchback) comes blazing up behind me.

I knew the road, so I knew where there were safe overtake places, and I knew there wasn't any for a while. So I just kept on rolling slowly, nice and wide, basically meaning there wasn't enough space to overtake safely. And there was occasional oncoming traffic, so he couldn't go around. And we carried on like this for a fair while. The kid behind me gets more and more annoyed with this old guy in his old car (I wasn't, it wasn't), and begins flashing his lights at me, bibbing his horn, and so on.

Eventually, he just sticks his main beams and driving lights on behind me, filling up my mirrors with light, and making it harder to see, so I slow down, like a responsible driver. I'm pretty sure he had his window down at this point shaking his fist at me.

Eventually I 'realize' he's behind me, and at the first convenient overtake spot, I pull over to the left and flash a left indicator.

The speed camera that I knew about, but he clearly didn't, thus got two beautiful pictures of his car, accelerating hard, well over the 50 limits, and him with his finger up. I trundle past the camera a few seconds later, quite safe as I'm still well under the speed limit, and continue, happily smiling.

Speeding is normally 3 points, but I don't know if he'd have got extra, because he was clearly accelerating and only had one hand on the wheel. I'll never know, but by heck was it amusing at the time."