To hope they shit themselves?

[MaxPepsi]

I have just very nearly had a car crash this afternoon which would probably have resulted in serious damage to the other driver not just their car.

Thankfully, my reactions are bloody good and my car is practically brand new so the brakes are all in fine working order.

There I am, happily driving along the road, one car several lengths in front and one a bit further behind me. The part of the road I am on is NSL and I'm doing about 45mph.

To my left is a private driveway, with plenty of room to position your car so that you can both see and turn either way. (I know what it's like, I've come out of it myself). I can see the car waiting to come out, they watch the first car go past, then for some completely inexplicable dangerous fucking reason they pull out on me really fucking slowly.

I've had no choice but to do an emergency stop, only narrowly missing their tiny little car with my much larger and more robust estate car, whilst I sit in horror watching the car behind me getting closer and closer. Thankfully, they were far enough back to be able to stop also.

However, whilst I am sat there thinking fuck fuck fuck, the bastard who's caused all this just merrily carries on like nothing has happened.

This is the bit that has really annoyed me, I totally accept that people have lapses in judgement every now and then. Apparently it is surprisingly common from what my DH tells me (he's a fireman) and from accidents friends have had But surely when you have one of these lapses you fucking acknowledge it, a hand gesture to say sorry, a mouthing of the word sorry you don't just drive away.

I very rarely wish ill feeling upon other people, but AIBU to really hope they shit themselves literally when they saw my huge, not easy to miss car baring down on them at speed?

I narrowly avoided a motor way crash caused by a 12 year old driving a beat up orange fiesta. On the motorway just outside bolsover and I was in the middle lane having just over taken a lorry. The fiesta was in the outside lane doing about 80 and he just started to drift in to me. Now I was in a big black Honda frv 6 seater and I sit high up so you couldn't real is me. Luckily I was able to pull in to the slow lane but the driver of the fiesta didn't even realise he had nearly hit me as he was laughing with his two female passengers. I pulled back in to the middle lane and kept my distance (it wasn't.t busy on that stretch) as i had a feeling something bad was going to happen. Up ahead I could see lots of break lights come on and the fiesta had moved back in to the 3rd lane and I knew he was going too fast and
that he hadn't seen the traffic stop. Next minute he slammed on but was too fast and drove in to the back of the stationary Audi.

I pulled up behind the accident and put my hazards on, the idiot got out and was shouting sorry at everyone. The Audi had only a dint in its boot but the fiesta was crumpled and his passengers had to be cut out. He was done for dangerous driving and my statement was evidence against him. Scared the shit out of me. Funny enough while I was waiting on the hard shoulder with the police my brother rang me to ask if I was ok as he had just past me in his works van but couldn't stop.

That site is blackly comic GERTI .

I might nominate my Waterloo Station one. It's a similar problem to the picture of the one in Hillingdon, north London, where the lane goes through a bus queue, but there's much more scope for cyclists and pedestrians to bump into each other. I'm surprised it's not on there.

I had a speed camera van nearly hit me on a roundabout once. I was going right round and he just came at me. I stopped, beeped at him and mouthed 'what the fuck?' or similar and he just shrugged.

The irony was not lost on me. His fucking camera could clock me from yards away but he couldn't see me right in front of him.

Reign this is why you can never assume where other drivers are going. Our road leads to a big T junction, the other side of which is a housing estate full of bungalows and sheltered housing for the elderly. Little old ladies often come sailing down the road, indicators going, blissfully unaware of what they're doing. We get used to waiting to see if they turn off or not and they quite often go sailing past. I also have a big 4x4, I could have taken several of them out by now in their little Micras and Corsas and Polos.

My first car was written off 10 years ago by an older gentleman that wanted to turn accross my path into a pub car park. he waited until i was right on top of him (my right of way) and then turned straight into my path. i had no chance to stop and hit him at 30 totalling my little car.

He was adament it was my fault, that i should have stopped to let him turn accross in front of me! He carried on claiming that until his insurance company informed him otherwise.

Hope you're feeling ok, it can be very shocking. I was the passenger in my uncle's car once, he was driving and I nearly had a heart attack when he pulled out at a roundabout narrowly missed by another driver. "Jeez unc did you not see the car?". "No love don't forget I can't turn my neck to the right".

My grandpa was a terrifying driver. He had never sat a test as he'd driven tractors on the farm and vehicles during the war so I think he didn't need to get tested.

He drove as if he had the right of way the whole time. Plus his eyesight was terrible but he was too vain to wear glasses so I doubt he could see other cars anyway. My mum said she used to sit with her feet on the dash board if she had to go anywhere with him.

As a teenager he used to run me along the road 4 miles to visit my horse. He'd had a leg amputated by that point so had a tiny white metro automatic to run about in and I'll never forget him getting a fright when a car overtook him and he nearly drove off the road into the verge. He never had an accident but I bet he caused a few brown patches in some drivers pants or some ripe language as he carried on oblivious.