I was out in the snow last night not long after it had really started to come down (around 6.30pm). I was travelling along the A60 in Bunny.
The snow had covered the road, and I was doing about 25-30mph in a 40mph zone. However, in my rearview mirror I saw the usual twat appear – obviously going a lot faster than me.
He came up right behind, then when he got the chance with no oncoming traffic in the short distance between where we were and the right turn-off to Keyworth he swung out on to hatched markings (which were not visible under the snow) and overtook. He disappeared at speed – well above 40mph, and then well above 50mph when the limit changed.
It was a red pratmobile, registration number FE51 UGY.
You really do wonder how these scum manage to stay alive.
EDIT 7/1/2010: And another one tonight. During the rush hour, heavy traffic on Wilford Lane. Traffic queuing through the Compton Acres lights for some reason (which turned out to be a bloody cyclist riding in the middle of the road further down). This tosser in a Silver Mondeo (reg. no. LC03 VVT) came flying down the outside lane and forced its way in front of me outside the ROKO creche, causing me to have to brake in sub-zero conditions. It then tailgated the car in front and once it got on to Loughborough Road it drove off at well above the 30mph limit. I passed it at the Radcliffe Road lights – so what the hell was the point?
EDIT 8/1/2010: And two more. This morning I was on my way to a pupil – it was -3°C and icy. I was just approaching the Nottingham Knight roundabout when an Erewash Commercials lorry (reg. no. FJ04 UAU – going bloody fast: I thought those things were speed-restricted) being driven by a chimpanzee pulled out just in front of me, without any regard for anyone else. He caused me to brake sharply, and then proceeded to break the 60mph and 40mph speed limits on the A60 as he headed towards Bunny.
The tonight, a prat in a grey saloon (reg. no. A14 AGB) on Clifton Lane from Ruddington overtook me on a road which has solid white lines and signs saying “It’s 30 for a reason” (the reason being someone was killed there a few years ago) in snow and sub-zero temperatures. I made sure he knew what I though of his sexual DIY skills when I caught up with him at the CliftonLane/Green Lane roundabout a few hundred metres later.