Bad Day - Page 1 - Porsche General - PistonHeads UK

I''m off for a crap before I go home.

An old guy in a green Rover 200? Why not tell him to mind his own business and take a Werther's original to calm down? Or hit him with the tyre brace.

The thought had crossed my mind.... Interesting thing was, the bloke was wearing a "City of Edinburgh Council" shirt - I'm tempted to write to the Chief Executive and ask him whether it's OK for Council employees to threaten people. Doh, of course it is....

Thanks for the update Roadrunner. Is that the third tragedy then..?

Get this one. Went to Tesco and it was rammed. Only wanted a sandwich so thought I would park alongside the main bays (on the other side of the raised curbing). Others had done it and thought it would be ok. Anyway, I thought I would pull right up to the front so someone else could park behind me if they wanted. Big mistake! I look in my rear view mirror to see some women in her people carrier trying to park behind me. "Umm that's...", BUMP, "C**T!". I get out my car to ask the lady if she would mind parking without banging my car, it was one of my few polite moods, you understand. She opens her window and says "Do you think I have room?" Do you have room????!!!!!! You just hit my...., another BUMP. She'd only gone and forgotten she was in gear and taken her foot of the clutch. That really ****ed me off. But guess what, it seems young man in Porsche shouting at woman in people carrier is not the done thing in a Tesco car park. I actually left without her details and will not be going back to said Tesco... Details on request.

I don't understand how SUVs drivers can dare to come up with such an argument; do they really think they own the road?? I would have punctured her tyres mercylessly Can you complain to the plod for such a "disagreement"?

Had a crap last year. Starting to get sore now.

These c ts need teaching a lesson, there seems to be so much of this going on to PH members. We ought to arrange an urgent response kneecaping service (URKS) to deal with these situations. Having said that - I have a fairly nice story to start the day, 993 alarm fob gave up the ghost last night, in Safeway, alarm/lights etc going off, very embarassing etc. Trolley collection guy (who I thought was a miserable git up to now) came over and politely asked me if it was my car (no probs with that, at least he would 'give a damn' if it was being nicked) and then checked to see if they had some batteries and offered us somewhere to sit if I needed to wait for the AA. Lucky I was about a mile from home and the honerable Domster brought my spare fob down which worked perfectly. ps: Guy I sold my lovely silver 964 to phoned last night. His missus has written it off after a month!!!!!

Divorce papers immminent there then

Had a crap last week. Sitting in a traffic jam (and I mean nose-to-tail, dead stop type jam because of a broken-down beemer in the offside lane), an old guy in the car (green Rover 200)of front of me (yes, in front, not behind) gets out of his car and has a fairly aggressive go at me because I'd picked up the paper from the passenger seat and flicked through the business pages in one of the five minute periods where the traffic has stopped dead, with one eye on the paper and one eye on the traffic just in case it moved again. Not that I condone not paying attention in traffic but you have to understand that the traffic was at a complete standstill - I could have gone for a snooze and woken up to find out that we hadn't budged an inch. Shook me up a bit and to this date, I can't understand why he was so aggressive - the only reason can only be that I was a young guy driving a Porsche. Never had a reaction like that before and it fairly shakes you up. The following day, I notice that some scrote has obviously reversed into the rear wing of the 993 in the supermarket car park and then driven off before anyone say him, leaving me with what will undoubtedly be a nasty repair bill. Now waiting for the third and final tragedy to befall me....(I'm told these things come in threes).