I've never been an agressive person. Sure I can be intolerant, a bit crabby when I haven't had enough sleep and all of those normal traits that most of the human race is encumbered with but, get me on the subject of 4x4 'cars' and the red mist rises. Don't get me wrong, I'm not against cars per se and the 4x4 has it's place as a workhorse for those whose livelihood depends upon it, but the superior b@st*rds that drive them as an ostentatious symbol of their wealth and a means by which they can physically elevate themselves above the scummy proletariat make my blood boil.
The 'Chelsea Tractor' is a ludicrous manifestation of the rich losing their senses. Why, in London, would you want a (much) larger than average car that barely gets to move about 20mph let alone traverse mountain streams and artic tundra for which they are supposedly designed. Every time I see one of these obscene beasts I actually want to either a) scrape a key along all the body panels or b) drive headlong into it on some crazed (and let's face it, doomed) suicide mission. I honestly think I could end up in front of a judge one day.
I know this is a well worn topic but it routinely divides normally sane and rational people along battle lines, much like the issue of fox hunting (in my view supported by the same twats that think it's their selfish right to drive what the hell they like and hang the consequences for other people's safety and the environment).
I can feel a migraine coming on. I need to lie down...
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