Another Ford Focus driver ehh :twisted:
Tony, Please tell me you aren't one of the 22mph brigade that amble along like some pipe and slippers sunday afternoon driver
You must be joking, the Focus 1.8 Zetec is a drivers car..........OK, I don't take risks....if I cannot see my exit I don't make an entry [overtaking wise] but that said, I don't hang about. And remember, if you come out of a corner slower than you went into it.......your probably a women driver. :wink:
Brakes are for avoiding idiots who have not got a clue how to drive, proper drivers use their gears. I love going through the box when approaching rounderbouts. Whilst at the same time watching " boy/girl racers" stuffing power into the drive wheels, only to get shut of it on their brake pads. 40 years of driving excellence, the road is like a book, you gotta read it. Never had a point on my licence, nor an accident down to me......sh*t I hope I don't live to regret saying that.
get some spirit in you man, ditch the focus and grab yourself a nifty 2 seater before you hit the skids :roll:
When me and the wife think of MG 2 seaters.....we think of an 82 year old called Arthur, a lovely old guy always sported a cravat. He used to come to our pub, we had sleepping police men at the entrances. Arthur used to overshoot it and nearly go out the car park by the rear entrance. He used to go down to Birmingham [bearing in mind he lived near Hull] every time he needed his licence renewed, as he obviously knew a doctor as dotting as himself. who would give him the OK.
We had another old retired Bank Manager and his wife who dined with use at least three times a week. He also struggled with the sleeping policemen. No clucth and loads of accelerater .....then take off. They had a little dog in the back seat, I swear it had developed cats claws so it could hang on to the seat back . He used to come in muttering......" all the sons of bitches are on the roads today"........we used to have visions of everybody going all over the place, just to get out of their way.......
Another old dear used to drive from the next village 6 miles away, but had to have the barstaff read out the menu for her. She said if it ever got to her needing glass'es she'd have to stop coming...........ah happy days.