01-02-12, 03:58 PM
I don't know what it is about van's. Everyday I am on one of my bikes or in my car. A perfectly respectful road user, curtious to the last and only loose the rag with "white van man" and taxi drivers (I really, really don't like taxi drivers, having been in more that one spat with them...).
Then I hire a van for one reason or another...And I morph into a total ar*ehole. Seriousley, WTF. I try not to let it happen. But I can feel it taking over me. The elevated driving position, the rattle of the diesel engine, the manlyness of the job I am doing or about to do. Then I stop at the shop, but a daily star and a glass bottle of irn-bru and BAM, I'm a white van driving c**t. I don't even read a newspaper or dring sugary drinks, they just sit there foe effect. To feed the WVM in me.
Do I need to see someone about this?
Then I hire a van for one reason or another...And I morph into a total ar*ehole. Seriousley, WTF. I try not to let it happen. But I can feel it taking over me. The elevated driving position, the rattle of the diesel engine, the manlyness of the job I am doing or about to do. Then I stop at the shop, but a daily star and a glass bottle of irn-bru and BAM, I'm a white van driving c**t. I don't even read a newspaper or dring sugary drinks, they just sit there foe effect. To feed the WVM in me.
Do I need to see someone about this?
Not quite sure what to do with my early mid-life crisis. Ideas on a post card to P.O.BOX 150...