We get loads of this sort of unbridled testosterbollocks on our road - it’s wide, straight and quiet, and while it’s a 20 zone you’ll definitely see or hear at least a couple of times a day some absolute turd, generally in a very expensive German car of some kind, absolutely gun it for the, ooh, 10 seconds max it takes to get to the roundabout at the far end. This is a road where loads of kids get off buses for the Welsh school further out of town, so it’s really safe, really responsible, and most importantly really, really manly.
CW - unsure of what to tag this as (I sometimes hope that I hear the roar of their expensive engine terminate in a loud crunch as they fail to negotiate the roundabout properly - don’t necessarily want them to get hurt, but wouldn’t mind them losing their stupid cars)
