Those are my favourite people! They hear a noise above a whisper, so you MUST be doing 70 in a 20, outside a blind school.
I particularly relish encountering them "rambling" in the valleys and fells of the Lake District, looking down their noses as you rumble through, entirely obedient of the law. I find a liberal application of high revs fills said valley with a great, thunderous, echoing, V6 roar - which pleases everyone! You get to enjoy your Zed and the middle class mafia have something to tut about amongst themselves when they sit down for a cream tea and anti-depressants. When they get home they can then compose a letter to the National Trust complaining, taking their pleasure and sense of entitlement to a whole new level! If they had nothing to whine about, they'd be bored to death. It's practically a public service!
- Concerned, of *****-on-the-Hill
Hahaha brilliant!
Me and the other half quite often go to National Trust places in the Z, can't say I've had any negative reactions though. We actually went to Chartwell House today and people were staring as I scraped over every single speed bump